First Lull

Stuart Stuart go
Leaping off the precipice like I don't know
Distant winter's glow
I thought I heard your voice come through the radio
Stuart Stuart no
Don't wait up for me I'm never coming home
Out where mountains grow
I'll be in the attic I'll be made of snow

Standing up and walking across the floor
Becomes the hardest part of it all
Standing up and what it really means to really leave
I can't be that strong
Suddenly the only thing that might occur to me
Is that I can run
Blurrily out into the street
Convincingly pretend to be free



Credits
Writer(s): Ben George
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