God he turned and walked away I couldn't think of what to say when plane engines fall through your roof and I broke my knee while walking down the street that I live in While no one was passing by
Chorus: Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine
Into the flight of night Insomnia strikes and hopes alight We set ourselves up to fall So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we'll do Fall into the river our pockets full of stones Full of stones..
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