's part up there for me It'll be like it used to be I'll be outside playing baseball like none of this happened at all This is my letter above to let
?s going down let?s get together on the bridge we?ll meet up tonight black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags above the East River?s northern lights
as it runs right through your hands Your Stone to pain you when you're old you'll understand I'll give you letters five to wear above your eyes The
pure As it runs right through your hands Your Stone to pain you When you're old you'll understand I'll give you letters five To wear above your eyes
in their breath the lamplight dances. Flickering, Flickering: "Halleluiah!" Flickering, Flickering: "But who turned out the lights?" And in a procession of this pitch-- Nearly perfectly plucked from