I fall into the corner’s arms
The same way that I’ve done for years
I’m trapped in a collapsing building
Come find me now, where I hide and
We’ll speak in our secret tongues
So will you come back to my corner?
This song was playing in the distance as the breeze blew me out just as it had blown me in. I wish the wind would pick me up and carry me back to that place so I can be happy, and so that I can be free.
I did not take to analysis
So I had to make up my mind and hold it for a while
I would not just leave you without a kiss
But I guess there must come a time, when there’s no more tears to cry
Thieves and snakes need homes, need homes