The tears of heaven.
That pass my window.
Without a care.
The just fall to the ground.
From great heights
Of invinity.
As the Caffine spreads through my blood.
And the music from the radio,
Continues to rattle on.
About lost love.
And the faith of humanity.
And I hum myself a sad tune.
And look past the window glass.
To the stop signs and streetlights.
That make the ***** city polished looking
And as a single tear traces my hallow cheeks.
That havn't smiled in years.
I wonder.
What this place must look like from heaven.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
The tears of heaven.
That pass my window.
Without a care.
The just fall to the ground.
From great heights
Of invinity.
As the Caffine spreads through my blood.
And the music from the radio,
Continues to rattle on.
About lost love.
And the faith of humanity.
And I hum myself a sad tune.
And look past the window glass.
To the stop signs and streetlights.
That make the ***** city polished looking
And as a single tear traces my hallow cheeks.
That havn't smiled in years.
I wonder.
What this place must look like from heaven.
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