How fragile, how frail
What a picture perfect place in time
I
Who did you call Him
When the people ran to
The streets are dark
Take a ride
Take a nice long holiday
From the fear
That's been
Hey can you hear me?
Are you really out there?
Oh I
Deep, like the ocean You move me
Deep, it's like You
Who are you kidding with that
Give me the money
Give me the gold
Dirty little
Do you want to know what I'm thinking
When I talk
I had a dream today
About the great earthquake
The sun went
Oh my darling
Tell me what are you wanting for
So much
At the end of all your sorrow
Is the beginning of
Accusations, a court room floor
And your best defense just walked
I may not know
Bright good morning
See the sun is waiting there
To greet me
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