"The Boney King of Nowhere"
in pitch dark
I go walking in
your landscape
broken branches
trip me as I speak
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
there's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck
steer away from these rocks
we'd be a walking disaster
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
there there
why so green and lonely
lonely
and lonely
heaven sent you to me
to me
to me
we are accidents
waiting
waiting to happen
we are accidents
waiting
waiting to happen
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