A bitter memory. A pretty little song that never got it's wings.
And i'll turn no man away taking pity on the soul that ever let it get away.
I'll turn a fast 185°. I'll shift my thinking to bring new life
and turn this memory into the bird that it should be.

Believe me, when i do what i wanna do, you will know.
Just don't abandon me when it doesn't work out.
And leaving was a good distraction, but we all know
there's a bigger part of me that'll never let me go.

The sky is falling again and umbrella can't take the weight of the wicked world
that is raining down on me. It seems like a calculated fall
that's leading down to the streets of the town below that i once called home.

A beautiful memory. A pretty little song that never got it's wings.
And i'll turn no man away taking pity on the soul that ever let it get away.
I'll turn a fast 185°. I'll trick my thinking to bring new life
and turn this memory into the bird that it should be.

This guy is falling again and umbrella can't take the weight of the wicked world
that's raining down on me. It seems like a calculated fall
that's leading down to the streets of the town below that i once called home.


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