And now I finally see that the further we go
were only treading ground that we already know.
I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash
and buy a bucket full of diamonds but
even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust
and fade away.
Its a certain tragedy.
So its on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
and feeling someones hand around my neck
choking away the life that i have left.
And I can finally see that the further I go Im only treading ground
that I dont wanna know.
Ill probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home
and look at old photos of you.
So its on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
and feeling someones hand around my neck
choking away the life that i have left.
I miss the warmth of the summer when we were on our own,
but now its winter and my bones are cold.
And now I finally see that the further we go were only treading ground
that we already know.
I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash
and buy a bucket full of diamonds but
even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust
and fade away.
Its a certain tragedy.
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