I’d put a ring around your rosy glass
you say your finger tips are dripping sand
and you’re running out of fingers fast
never counting on a second hand
you don’t wanna be a fall back plan
you don’t wanna be a fall back plan
And after such a long, long swim
it might as well have been the promised land
but on the beach it started sinking in
the more I sink the more I try to stand
no, I never had a fall back plan
I never had a fall back plan
All I need is a rope
but you, well you need a knot
oh, why don’t we elope
because I guess I’ve had the thought
you’re probably all I’ve got
I said you’re all I’ve got
you’re all I’ve got
So after ringing out the rosy glass
look at all the sand we’re buried in
but like a Phoenix rising from the ash
now, somehow, a rose again

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