We’ve walked a single plane, And while we feel the same—we’ve changed. And I thought it hard, at least in some regard, That we’d keep making art And never fall apart, is this the start of our new dance? We’re falling like fools, If we had a chance, shouldn’t we know the moves? Is it my mood? Is there somethin’ I can do? Give me a clue, am I crazier than you? What’s the use if all we do is fall like fools? We’ll try to feel that lustful high, To know that you and I are fools to let this die. And I won’t despair on unforeseen walls. “Fallen fools” – that’s what we’ll be called, if that’s the cost we’ll brush it off And smile like we do
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 21:29:00 +0000
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