LYRIC

Twisted ankles on the cobblestone
December wraps the earth in forgetful snow
Cigarettes push pens in diaries
Words drop like ash into the Seine
Blows away
Blows away
Blows away

Care to say
Care to say
The moment you decided to
Walk away, walk away
Must be the swing of the young, tongue

Danced across meadows of crippled and plagued
A race of martyrs and not one ashamed
Only our ends know our beginnings
And only our today truly knows our Yesterday
Yesterday
Yesterday

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