of broken things. In a life, just some bodies growing old. No fear of the end, of anything. We're just ordinary people, you and me. Time will turn us into statues, eventually. We got by, though we
of broken things. In a life, just some bodies growing old. No fear of the end, of anything. We're just ordinary people, you and me. Time will turn us into statues, eventually. We got by, though we
we're gonna build. No, we don't know if this will live. Our own legends. . We're gonna build statues of ourselves. We're gonna build statues of ourselves. . Darling, boys all love her. Help her
Weathered statues. Tin soldiers that march in our parks. Wrapped in yellowed newsprint. On their benches in the dark Their faces filled with sadness. Sorrow drawn from your nights. Survivin' on
Delaney talks to statues. As she dances 'round the pool. She chases cats through roman ruins. And stomps on big toadstools. She speaks a language all her own. That I cannot discover. But she
You're just a statue,. Of the boy I used to know. You're just a tattoo,. Of the words that we once spoke. You're the dry river,. Where love used to flow. But it still runs through me,. With you
You're just a statue,. Of the boy I used to know. You're just a tattoo,. Of the words that we once spoke. You're the dry river,. Where love used to flow. But it still runs through me,. With you
