Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Monday, December 28, 2009

Stumble Rider



i stumble
i fall
i race to the bottom
then you call
you call
when i have fallen

i lost the balance
i lost the core
i ran out of road
then you call
you call
and i have fallen

oh, sweet perfection
oh my god

i went riding
i rode far from here
i tried to escape
then you call
you call
and the road falls apart

i can do it, you know
i can shake free of this
i can ride into the sun
then you call
you call
and the moon comes back
and breaks my heart

oh, sweet perfection
oh my god

going riding
going riding
going riding
i can ride
i can ride

i can do it, you know
i can shake free of this
i can ride into the sun
then you call
you call
and the moon comes back
and breaks my heart

oh, sweet perfection
oh my god

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