The teeth fly out of your mouth when you speak
Like little white birds
flying up in the trees
It runs deep, the river rock,
melted into the street
How could so many sad faces make such serene and beautiful things?
Beautiful things...
Words chew out of your jaw as it creaks
Like flapping feet out of a speeding car
The look in your eye we all know anywhere
How could so many sad faces make such serene
and beautiful things?
Beautiful things...
Beautiful...
Sad faces make a beautiful thing
Sad faces make a beautiful thing
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