The Letting Down
All of the stars just fell out of the sky
The perfect painting peels before your eyes
A useless empty gesture
Like a broken scarecrow
Like a punch line that you already know
A useless empty jester
Lay back, let long grass camouflage your skin
Take refuge in people that don’t know where you’ve been
Just perfect empty blue skies
You’re a broken halo
You’re a seven forty seven coming in too slow
Just useless empty blue skies
Just let us drift away
Just let us drift away