I hitchhiked on your soul
Didn't care where you were going
Slowing down, you collapsed
We camped along a road
the glass ceiling now broken
As it rained down shards
slicing air
we sat
Didn't care where you were going
Slowing down, you collapsed
We camped along a road
the glass ceiling now broken
As it rained down shards
slicing air
we sat
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