this is my least favorite life the one where you fly and I don't a kiss holds a million deceits and a lifetime goes up in smoke
this is my least favorite you who floats far above earth and stone the nights that I twist on the rack is the time that I feel most at home
we're wandering in the shade and the rustle of falling leaves...
the station rolls away from the train the blue pulls away from the sky the whisper of two broken wings maybe they're yours maybe they're mine
this is my least favorite life this is my least favorite life the one where I'm out of my mind the one where you're just out of reach the one where I stay and you fly
I'm wandering in the shade and the rustle of fallen leaves a bird on the edge of a blade...