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
There's a certain slant of lightfalling onto my floorits the
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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