To huddle here and watch, without a place to go,
And see the reaching hands and hear laments–
A song that cries with electronic notes–
Is all, to add my tears and watch them
Pull the cords that hold the sky
To bring it smothering down upon us.
To huddle here and watch, without a place to go,
And see the reaching hands and hear laments–
A song that cries with electronic notes–
Is all, to add my tears and watch them
Pull the cords that hold the sky
To bring it smothering down upon us.