Your sad songs rain heaven.
Here's a call for you,
so don't let it fall into your
frail dreams of horror.
Life, lies, and shattered blows,
calling out you're famous.
Chorus:
So hold to your permanent bliss
in the time that it takes to exist.
From the hours to the fall of it.
It's all right.
You're all wrong.
And it's a dangerous thing to ignore.
It's so easy when the world has it's way,
well, then you're gone.
Life, limbs, and shattered blows
scrawling out you're famous.
Repeat chorus
Alright, I never said
to just cast them out.
Leave it 'til the morning
then you're gone.