Sky won’t dissolve
I’m out by the wall
As my world turns to fall
I long for your call
I’m out by the wall
Leaning on you, feeling so sorry I was ever born at all
I was never one to crawl
Now with a life online
See where perfection lies
When Dr. Maguire went and died
Then I forgot how to hide
Terrorist or benign, it ain’t me who decides
Constantly doubt in my mind
Am I entitled to my blues?
On the path I’m waiting for you (pack away this old news)
Mark our names in the bark of a tree (grab my hand like you’ll never leave)
Down where the water washes away
(the odds that we don’t make it through this storm)
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