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I’m the crashing sky
Where is my atlas?
I am tumbling tree
Where are my roots?
I am the falling rain
Where is my river?
I am the crumbling coliseum
Where is my arch?
Where is my ladder?
My step?
My St. Peter’s rock?
My railing?
My hold?
My footing?
I’m slipping
So fast
And I’m falling
Down
Where are you?
I thought you would catch me.
A Fine Frenzy / Almost Lover
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do




