Larkin

God he turned and walked away
I couldn’t think of what to say
when plane engines fall through your roof
and I broke my knee while walking down the street that I live in
While no one was passing by

Chorus:
Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine

Into the flight of night
Insomnia strikes and hopes alight
We set ourselves up to fall
So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we’ll do
Fall into the river our pockets full of stones
Full of stones..

Not every boy is beautiful, nor is everyone’s life simply just trickles.