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Moth

Falling

I called out and I called your name
I called out and I was never the same
I was happy when you came
In a way that I could never explain

We were falling, darling

And I will create the sand
From the glass in my hand
‘Cause I know I built a god
From the life we had planned

To be sure we wasted ways
If I could I would sell some of those days
And through the windows in the maze
I can see to the paths I cannot take

We were falling, darling

And I will create the sand
From the glass in my hand
‘Cause I know I built a god
From the life we had planned

We were falling, darling…