Hero And The Dying Fortune, or The Peril Of Narcissus
Lemonade stand, party till dawn
I find myself, put your clothes back on
I wonder what the time is
It's time to go home
Last bus out of the city
Stained glass view of yesterday
I find a pair of eyes
I find the way home
The long road we've never known
And the silence at the end
I say to the driver, don't you know
I miss my best friend
Rebel forces are dwindling
The imperial officer said to me
While outside the sidewalks melted
And I was stuck in bed
Waiting for the timetable to change
3pm breakfast day
Then 3am comes around and I don't
Wanna feel this way
Evening sunshine through the window
I can't feel the warmth but I just pretend
And I say to the sun, don't you know
I miss my best friend
You heard I went to say goodbye
But the past, he was already gone
I wonder whether I've already climbed the hill
I want to die upon
And the denominations of my days
The silence and calls that carry me through
With the harp hanging at the foot of bed
And the lyre in my throat
I could cry just thinking about you
All these broken cords
And the lines I struggle to comprehend
I say to the mirror don't you know
I miss my best friend
I find myself, put your clothes back on
I wonder what the time is
It's time to go home
Last bus out of the city
Stained glass view of yesterday
I find a pair of eyes
I find the way home
The long road we've never known
And the silence at the end
I say to the driver, don't you know
I miss my best friend
Rebel forces are dwindling
The imperial officer said to me
While outside the sidewalks melted
And I was stuck in bed
Waiting for the timetable to change
3pm breakfast day
Then 3am comes around and I don't
Wanna feel this way
Evening sunshine through the window
I can't feel the warmth but I just pretend
And I say to the sun, don't you know
I miss my best friend
You heard I went to say goodbye
But the past, he was already gone
I wonder whether I've already climbed the hill
I want to die upon
And the denominations of my days
The silence and calls that carry me through
With the harp hanging at the foot of bed
And the lyre in my throat
I could cry just thinking about you
All these broken cords
And the lines I struggle to comprehend
I say to the mirror don't you know
I miss my best friend
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Sexton
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