I'm at a loss for words, but I believe we're innocent, and I'm
assuming you've got better things to say
All the places that you've seen are irrelevant, 'cause we're one and
the same when it all fades away
We try and bend the crooked ground that holds our bodies down,
when the simple way that lies ahead just seems a bit uneven
And the sounds you hear beneath it all, to keep your head above the
falling sand is getting louder
I wonder where it comes from, could it be my imagination?
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
You got a lot to learn, and I can see you're innocent in the tiny lines
that decorate your face
We're always searching for those days we remember as the present
tense tends to slip away
We try and bend the crooked ground that holds our bodies down,
when the simple way that lies ahead just seems a bit uneven
And the sounds you hear beneath it all, to keep your head above the
falling sand is getting louder
I wonder where it comes from, could it be illusion?
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
Because simple worlds come undone
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