The lines of our communication
Pulled down and left to die
And all those spoken words unspoken
Fall over and collide
One to waste a shipwreck
Two to fly in style
My favourite girl came home last week
And I can't raise a smile
If I could see where we went wrong
I would not change a thing
And the sky just keeps on crying
And the grass wont grow til spring
I started up a mountain
But there's too high left to climb
On your own you're lethal
But by yourself you're mine
I wont be the first to break down
I wont be the one to crack
One to throw a life away
Two to bring it back
Put your ear down to the ground
You can hear the prisoner sing
And the sky just keeps on crying
And the grass wont grow til spring
If you set your sights on payroll
You could buy a well heeled hat
Take holidays on speedboats
Get old and rich and fat
The days are drawing colder now
The way ahead unclear
I stayed in bed all yesterday
And dreamed about next year
Well the New Year has come around
With the promise that she brings
And the sky just keeps on crying
And the grass wont grow
The sun just wont start shining
And the grass wont grow til spring
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