It's beautiful, isn't it? But in all honesty, I don't get the lyrices...
Larkin Step
God he turned and walked away,
Couldn't think of what to say,
when plane engines fall through your roof;
And I broke my knee while walking down the street that I live in,
While no one was passing by.
Life moves along, and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy;
Time moves along; and it breaks every bone in your spine.
And into the flight of night,
Insomnia strikes, and hopes alight,
Set ourselves up to fall;
So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we'll do;
Fall into the river; our pocket full of stone,
Full of stone.
2 comments:
The clue is in the name "larkin". Heh. I was too once wondering about it.
she is pretty =)
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