A love affair between the earth and skyblack and blue
Your army's running scaredyou haven't got a chancethe preacher starts
If i'm going down, you're coming with mekeep staring at
She says:make me smile, and I'll never let you downshe
And you look to findsome secret lighthidden deep insideyour heartyour
Nothing more than too many shots of whiskey,and far too
Gonna flee or gonna fightcurled up in a ball to
Laura's stars start to go outand Jonah starts to burnLaura's
I bring my filthy ragsinto this storehouse of your lovei
The sky is falling downlike it's done a thousand timesand
You measure your days in hoursyou measure your hours in
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