You had to dance with death
Always walking around with your bones around your neck
Wrapped yourself in an ivy vine
Now your doomed to the sky, always trying to reach a little too high
Even death has its own shadow
So why you trying to burn yours apart?
Maybe the moth is drawn to the flame, 'cause it's scared oft the dark
Build your ladder of chairs up the wall
You will reach to the sky if the wind don't blow too hard
Well you can send me to read a letter in the mail
You're not coming home again
And we all look like ants
From way up in your tower
At least something can grow
Well, all the kings horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put you back together again
Well, all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put you back together again
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