If death, is right around the corner, then life, is right around the bend,
and everything I've ever seen's in blatant truth and fleeting dreams
and stems of stolen flowers up ahead
And the boy who's dressed in black is whistling,
Love songs, he's singing out of tune,
Hoping that his melody, is fresh inside your memory,
When he sings it he's thinking of you
If I, promise, to leave and never turn around,
If all that's left's foundations, tell me where your taste went, that once was in the basement of this house.
Little birdie's wings are getting tired, he's scared he's gonna fall and hit the ground,
Missing climbing up his maple tree no love or lust or entropy and listening to happy little sounds,
Climbing up your maple tree no love or lust or entropy and listening to melancholy sounds.
If I, promise, to leave and never turn around,
If all that's left's foundations, tell me where your taste went, that once was in the basement of this house.
If death, is right around the corner, then life, is right around the bend,
and everything I've ever seen's in blatant truth and fleeting dreams
and stems of stolen flowers up ahead
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