Everywhere


when my good friends die

it makes the world alot brighter

because now they’re everywhere...

now they’re everywhere


a pile of hopes lie at the base of the mountain

it’s not that they couldn’t climb up...

it’s just that they couldn’t hold on


a pile of hopes lie at the base of my heart now

it’s not that i couldn’t love...

it’s just that i can’t let go


when my good friends die

it makes the world alot brighter

because now they’re everywhere...

now they’re everywhere


skeletons are smiling... skin is sad



Words by Constance Leab & David Delmar. ©2003



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