Lights out in this place
Forming walls around my face
I listen to birds singing
And call out to God
While singing
Lions roam the streets
The Ides of March below my feet
Reading books off the shelf
Dreaming of my newfound wealth
Fall, fall
What else can I do
Fall, fall
What else can I do
Fall, fall
What else can I do
Fall, fall
What else can I do
Fall, fall
What else can I do
Fall, fall
What else can I do
Simplicity never seemed
So innocent
In my mind's eyes
Fall, fall
What else can I do
Fall, fall
What is there to do
Fall, fall
To let go of you
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