From the busy parks. To the icy tides. Some day we'll decide. Where we want to live out our lives. For now we're two sparks. Tumbling along. Keeping the heat on.
It's not a solid, not a soft thing, to pull the wool up like a smoke screen. Nobody does it like a prophet, it's gone before you know you lost it. There are reasons you keep your hands tied, there's certain things you shouldn't have tried.
It's not a solid, not a soft thing, to pull the wool up like a smoke screen. Nobody does it like a prophet, it's gone before you know you lost it. There are reasons you keep your hands tied, there's certain things you shouldn't have tried.