Confess my sins to the falling rain
they all come down like radio waves
and I cut my teeth on the torture and pain
but no one seems to notice
Cantilever my sight will stretch this span
crossing over a sea, a sea of red
and I throw my seeds in a hole
into the earth but nothing grows
The summer we sat in the sun we raised you
Slowly, your sent it fades like yesterday
and the only thing that I have
Is an empty house that's filled with your effigy
now I'm forced to sit alone and
Cantilever my sight will stretch this span
crossing over a sea, a sea of red
and I throw my seeds in a hole
into the earth but nothing grows
And maybe someday I will come around
When the buildings have fallen and plants have covered the ground
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