they come in the morning with their brilliant parades
and in every small town we're losing our names
to the march of new children in five star brigades
with ten tiny fingers to tear at my veins

my words are not urgent
my melody plain
and all my epiphanies still sound the same
its a song, it's a story
of your life and mine
as hard as we try the words are still intertwined

somewhere on a rooftop two girls watch the sun
fall down beneath buildings
the day come undone
without much warning they both disappear
and the sound of pianos is all you can hear
you're out there somewhere
awaiting my call
but we get weighed down by the noise of it all
then the heart is a big place to get lost inside
but i hope that you don't think i meant goodbye

it's a song, it's a story
of your life and mine
and as hard as we try the words are still intertwined
it's a love without pretense
a card not yet sold
but something about this just makes me feel old


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