we all die twice
the first time when we cease to breathe
and the last time is the last time someone speaks our name
the last time
the last time
and the cloud is a halo about the mountain's cold crown
and we are small
the cloud is a halo about the mountain's cold crown
and we are small
we grew together, strong as a storm
we grew together, strong as a storm
grew and grew and grew
grew and grew and grew
so started out slowly all coming down silent in a tacky kind of hue made out of nothing of a uniform
cradling a sky torn open wound broad by the city park sitting down trying to be whatever man
let it all silent as a halo as cloud or the heresies of snouts sniffing pyramids of money see
never going to be the same. never going to be the same. never going to be the same let them roll down
in the end all colour like colour tv a kind of scratch made out oblivious and stick them all upon a shelf
always in the end you'll find. always in the end you'll find. always in the end you'll find.
that we grew together as strong as a storm