Hanging from the garden mews
Walking through the streets of blue
I hang my head
I carry you
Something to say, Something to say
There's no fucking way I'll get through the day
Something to say, Something to say
You're coming with me
I won't let you stay
To streets of pink and orange, unpeeled
Who says this is real
The flutter you feel
Towers of ivory
Valleys of fawn
A new time is coming
A golden dawn.
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