This is goodbye
Goodbye to all those little crimes
Screaming, inside
I ain't enough to turn the tide
Just so
I let them go
Unpinning butterflies
In the hopes they'll come alive
Alive
Foolish, I know
The bread crumbs all were devoured
After charades
I love the way you wear your face
Just so
I let them go
Unpinning butterflies
In the hopes they'll come alive
Climb the same old walls
To the top and fall
Again
Can you hear me call
In the hopes they'll all
Come alive
First sing of a locust swarm
A worried mind, a thunderstorm
Wrapped in heavens knowing view
The eye of a needle few get through
I saw you sitting in your room
Weaving plans in sorrow's loom
Solace chatter deal in van
No core, no poets, to face the rain
Of hopeless, dreaming, time disturbed
Friends and family, needling curbs
Away in your imagine box
The chains on chains and locks on locks
Take hold of the arm of centipede
A hundred hearts and all you need
A marble venus works is song
As short in love as life in song
Take of the arm of centipede
A hundred hearts and all you need
A venus marble works is song
As short in love as life is long
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