Here we are standing, on the back of broken dreams, holding things
together, despite our bursting seams. The rain just isn't pouring,
and the wind won't even howl, Eternity is over, but still the
angels sing. Your stars have stopped their shining, and mine, they
never did, Is this our perfect ending, to our dirty pretty thing?
Your snow drifts and my sand dunes, are gathering with time, And
here we are, we're drifting, humming sweet sadistic tunes. I can
not see your eyes now, through your pewter shroud, and I'm crying
out in rhythms, How, how, how? Lets let them burst, and spill out
all our loathing, I will if you will, If only you go first.
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