These things crawl across my floor, I can't use them anymore.
There's a heaven in her band, Hallelujahs in my hand.
All my patience, love's inside -- she just climbed the stairs and died.
Lights that rose, and fell again, songs that thinned out near the end.
Her voice trailed off in the end.
Though your miles are more than mine -- the things I've taken in a bind.
It's for certain, it's for sure... I've no use for them no more.
Making room within one's self, for another's song to help
And it all comes back to me, as I walk hungover down the street.
And it all comes back to me.
And it all comes back to me, as I walk hungover down the street.
She's a mother in disguise, I look different in her skies.
But, it's morning, so I say, "It's a big red letter day."
Her skin's whitewash like skim milk, her words sing softly just like silk.
There's some things I've got to say, she won't understand anyway.
There are miles between our hearts, there's salvation in false starts.
I'm forsaken, in the end.
I'm sorry I missed them.
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