This is where it happened
We used to go there all the time
Now theres empty buildings
Decomposing in the evening sun.
While those look like fountains
We can only pass the time,
Theyre sitting like theyre both eating corn.
Ive tried to wake you up, but its nobody home
I have so much to tell you, but no one to hear
I write it on myself with the shine of light
Sometimes I think that Im just painting with life.
I see my own reflection
In the things that fall apart
Someday ... wind
Will shall that go through my heart?
Its the only future well ever have!
Ive tried to wake you up, but its nobody home
I have so much to tell you, but no one to hear
I write it on myself with the shine of light
Sometimes I think that Im just painting with life.

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