I'm out of inspiration. Time to break it in a million little pieces. The magic and depression. It settles in like cancer of the soul. . Turn the corner as I turned a phrase.
I come to you to ask for your forgiveness. I need to lift you up before I fall. I'll comfort you, I know it makes a difference. When nothing else is making sense at all.
Airplanes flying overhead. While I toss and turn in bed. A life in disarray. . Crumbling ground. Tumbling down. Run to the sound. Of a fire in the city.