Your life stepped lightly out our hands
When no one's looking out you understand
Your world was a wheel but the cog ceased to turn
The bottom fell out and our fingers got burned
And there's a cold, cold highway that the wind whistles down
Where the corners turn blind like the graveyard ground
Oh your black icy snare once cut down my friend
In the deepest dark winter when the world seemed to end
years
winter
whose
where
wheel
version
alone
something
whistles
finally
glorify
every
ground
deepest
machine
highway
black
difference
hands
snare
decide
world
stone
dream
blind
bottom
bought
legends
burned
perhaps
ceased
trying
corners
heaven
night
friend
fingers
human
stars
leave
leaves
lifestyle
found
looking
graveyard
might
rolling
still
partly
understand
lightly
reckless
between
searching
seemed
simple
stepped
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