Smells like spring again
And I don't feel so good
Sad eyes bring me down
Swing petals to the ground
A teenage girl sits near
In a cul-de-sac, stained glass mirror
She's pulls a pistol, points the slide at me
I stare out to where the stars sleep
To where the stars sleep
Don't let your petals fall
Hide 'em away
If your hearts been broken
Let it all return
One day it'll all return
Cuz we were born into shipyards
Where masts and star born cities
Our anchor drags
Of masts, of grass, of rocks, and stuff like that
Bright light of the silver sun and moon
Find our way too

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