Modest Height

There's a sharp light
Florescent blade
From a modest height
Your temples grey
Was it always there
In the empty office air
Glaze an earnest stare
Let go of the meeker fare
There's a soft white
An empty fade
From a modest height
They'll curse your name

Ooh ooh
I'd love to make the most of it
But not tonight
Ooh ooh
I'd love to make the most of all
Only awake when it's light

There's a shocked life
Unwritten page
From a modest height
They'll rue the day
We're u always there
In a renter's armchair
Brave your daughter's tears
Challenge her to go there



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