Chapter 12: Crumble

  • Love is the Only 3
by on August 14, 2014


Not looking for a cause, just clues
Run it through the garden
Shake the fairy dust off your shoes
Take my blues and guard them

Born and raised for the canvas white
A fashion for rebellion
Come to tear a hole in your sky
What did I tell you?

All along, all along
Crumble, crumble

We finally found a right to wrong
In the stolen moments
Fortune’s scary when she looks upon
But we go on to no end

Everyday, we are drowned in doubt
Everyday, we are seen but not

A road paved with ruptures repaired
Icy grip of dollars
Everybody’s first word was air
But we don’t care to bother

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