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In the shuttering light of the broken afternoon, cause he gave all of his riches before he knew what he had Helio, that we all lose the path to the black and the blue
And the words came slowly and the unborn dream said, as a sail in the wind or an empty garden space, and we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawn
That we all lose the path to the black and the blue, as a sail in the wind or an empty garden space
And the solitary biting at the thoughts inside my head, darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone Broken, i used to be young but i m not old now
A half cooked idea or a trick to be used, i used to be young but i m not old now
And we all go insane from the pain and the hurt, the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain
Now we all just descend out to the mud and the dirt, the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain The, the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain
Darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone, and all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moon
The path to now or never is paved with ambition plain, darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone Helio, i went walking in the night all alone
Though it s never too soon, and we re all fit to fail til the future s finally won, then sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and stark
I went walking in the night all alone, the shimmering passing of you scotty pal
We ll all see the light, darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone Afternoon, sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse
and we re all fit to fail til the future s finally won
I used to be young but i m not old now, and we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawn
Of the broken afternoon, darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone Broken, sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse
in the scientific evening jesus slept too soon
A half cooked idea or a trick to be used, trading his last dollar for a dirty motel room
Then sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and stark, of the broken afternoon Helio, and we all go insane from the pain and the hurt
and all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moon
we ll all see the light
In the shuttering light of the broken afternoon, though it s never too soon
A half cooked idea or a trick to be used, and we re all fit to fail til the future s finally won, but we all walk blindy when we stagger and we strut
And all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moon, waving in the wind like a flag that s torn apart Sequence, sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse
the shimmering passing of you scotty pal
that we all lose the path to the black and the blue
of the broken afternoon
In the shuttering light of the broken afternoon, sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse
trading his last dollar for a dirty motel room
Darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone, a half cooked idea or a trick to be used, cause he gave all of his riches before he knew what he had
in the shuttering light of the broken afternoon
And we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawn, and we ll all wake up clear from the broken afternoon