Album: Before There Was
This horseless carriage takes me home.
My hands remain folded. My life remains a Sunday.
Brick by brick i built this staircase.
Brick by brick I walked on.
Situated just below the ground and just above your head.
Throw your roses, throw your tears down.
If we don't meet (again) this side of heaven, make sure you're right.
Stutter.
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