We scraped our knees on the roof tops, reaching for stars we could never grab. But when we're all dead, and you fall of that roof. I'll fall with you my darling. Wishing little time made us sad. Falling rain and passing cars, now my dear, we will become the stars. To much hope with passing wims. Fleeting bits of luxury. Times waisted never spins, we're all just stories in the end.
