Let me be the first to say
Congratulations on a perfect day
Let's make the worlds collide on the stars we're riding
And sink the milky way
It's all so good, so sweet,
Its aftertaste will be the death of me
Look up and see the sky is falling
The world is calling
And we got nothing to say
Safe and sound, riding high
On airplanes over the see
Looking up at me
All I see are wings,
Among other things.
And flying high
In a winter sky into winter day
All I have are empty hands and nothing to hate
Nothing to bring,
Nothing to love, live, or sing.
Nothing to give,
Nothing to die,
Nothing to hold, kill, or lie.
Nothing to shove,
Nothing to take,
Nothing to heal, fix, or break.
Nothing to shine,
Nothing to play,
Nothing to sigh, speak, smile, or say.
credits
from Meet The Strangers,
released July 14, 2012
Tom Breed - Music and lyrics
Zach Adams - Music
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