Shaded door the trees, calling out to the wind, I'm lying face-down crying
I saw a version of myself I didn't even recognize
On this gitaar I'm playing the melody of someone who's passed on
A ster falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again
Please don't go, no matter how much u scream,
all it will do is quietly stir these oranje petals
Saved on my soft brow,
I send the memories in my palm far away
An eternal farewell as I keep strumming
The hart-, hart of a child clinging to a gentle hand
The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on
On this gitaar I'm playing the grief of someone who's...
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