I lay in the forest amongst the butterflies and the fireflies and the burning horses and the flaming trees, as a spiral of children climb up to the sun, waving goodbye to you and goodbye to me as the past pulls away and the future begins, I say goodbye to all that as the future rolls in, like a wave, like a wave, and the past with its savage undertow, lets go.
Come on everyone, come on everyone
A spiral of children climbs up to the sun
To the sun, to the sun, and on each golden rung
A spiral of children climbs up to the sun
And a man called Jesus, he promised he would leave us with a word that would light up the night, oh the night, but the stars hang from threads and blink off one by one and it isn’t any fun no it isn’t any fun to be standing here alone with nowhere to be with a man mad with grief and on each side a thief and everybody hanging from a tree, from a tree, and everybody hanging from a tree.
Come on everyone, come on everyone
within
waving
undertow
threads
thief
there
fields
pulls
everybody
butterflies
horses
screaming
climbs
called
valuable
beauty
children
amongst
forest
standing
future
leaves
black
flaming
grief
beautiful
goodbye
alone
begins
light
savage
rolls
climb
would
bright
everyone
green
nothing
jesus
fireflies
burning
golden
leave
night
nowhere
beside
promised
hanging
smoke
trees
spiral
blink
stars
sunshine
taking
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