God he turned and walked away,
Couldn't think of what to say,
When plane engines fall through your roof;
And I broke my knee while walking down the street that I live in,
While noone was passing by.
Life comes along, and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy;
Time comes along, and it breaks every bone in your spine.
And into the flight of night,
Insomnia strikes, and hopes alight,
Set ourselves up to fall;
So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we'll do;
Fall into the river, our pockets full of stone,
Full of stone.