Once so proud and tall It’s worse not expecting falls Don’t think of it as home Don’t think of it as anything When we’re just out of reach
Put out a call for your last name But the calls keep coming back to me Around we searched for hours We looked for days until we dropped Remember this You know
Fresh set of bandages Replacement eyes and ears We chalked the lines We walked them out As birthdays came and went Without you there And say to yourself "This’ll be perfect when I’m done. If I’m ever done"
Waste an hour or two Staring up at six of six Brave or brazen She was a little bit of both A torn-up sketchbook Of yesterday’s forgotten future Some 50ft high heaven A shrine to blinking lights
Put out a call for your last name But the calls keep coming back to me
By intimate design Far too bold to be lifeless As they tear you down They’ll judge on the lives you took Not the time you saved
So hard to see this go Struck off the map And now we’re floating debris in the breeze An island only
Put out a call for your last name But the calls keep coming back to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
