Standing near the stairs
Would you read the pain on the face?
Could you define the feelings for you?
Should he stop chasing?
He was leaning on.
Guess he’s waiting for the world to end
Guess it’s time to move on
Guess it’s the songster’s regret song.
He was going down.
Hoping is an odd chance
The guy’s not crazy
It’s the falling that keeps him sane
I am sure you’ve met harmony
The haze refreshes
The fog incapacitates
Still, it’s harmony.
If the melody stops
Look for him no more
Call his heart no more
Because by then;
he’s at peace.
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