Passafire
Start from Scratch
Like black holes in space, things so easily erasedOnly time will tell, what's left on the faceOf the world were living in, and the love were givingI'm so easily amazed, that the globe keeps spinningAnd now were faced, with time in a penitentiarySlow the pace, 'cause we're gonna get there eventuallyTo that dying day, When the only words we can sayShoulda, coulda, woulda, but we didn't so we fade awayLike black clouds in the sky, what are you and IThat the rains gonna come, and the mud's gonna slideAnd the homes in it's path, piles of wood and broken glassAnd when it's all over, start from scratchAnd now were faced, with time in a penitentiarySlow the pace, 'cause we're gonna get there eventuallyTo that dying day, When the only words we can sayShoulda, coulda, woulda, but we didn't so we fade awayLike black holes in spaceStart from scratch
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