The spirit, downcast, grieves
The pulmonary rhythms, crestfallen, fall
The tears, saltwater waterfalls
And the only metaphors this hand wants to offer
Are ones that fall like gravity pulling
The spirit, downcast, grieves
The pulmonary rhythms, crestfallen, fall
The tears, saltwater waterfalls
And the only metaphors this hand wants to offer
Are ones that fall like gravity pulling