Wooden Sky (The)
Write Them Down
Pick me upWhen I get down.Take these things I said I'd doAnd write them down.'Cause I,I don't think I can.Oh, but I,I still need a plan.And we'll paintThese empty rooms.Decorate our floorboardsAnd forget about the holes,But leave the doorTo the past.Try to makeA good thing last.And we'll shunOur history.Put ourselves a bottle of gold,Lost at sea,And try to give this loveProper change.Oh, but I,I still look for life.
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