The rain came and fell
Heavy on my roof
That hibernation homeward hymn
From silent neighborhood.
A spell from worlds away
A song of changing skies
Came down on a perfect day
A used-to-perfect life.
Swing low sweet down
And bring me around
To the calm that abounds
Wait on that sound,
A face in the clouds
Or a hand reached out.
What a perfect life to waste,
When tomorrow's lives away
Just another day
A fraction full of life.
Pastel in a muted frame
A border black and white.
When nothing more can mend
Keep nothing on my mind
The bottle is broken the potion is flowing And I don’t want to feel a thing.
What a perfect life to waste
When tomorrow’s lives away.
I am just bones under the snow What’s there to know?
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