beaten with a bat and falling now
Through the window and behind trees
running quick but falling faster
sand isn't comforting when brown eyes turn red
but I still want your grip
Scream it out, scream it out
but only in silent words
Break down on the floor
Make your decision
fly or fall?
there is only time for one
Stand up
strong and bruised
Walk home a new you
The take off is hard
the rain falls and I am still tall
Brown eyes has fallen but my hand is out
Friday, September 26, 2008
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