Oh, how we cry
Like rain drifting skyward
And our hearts are mighty engines
Puffing black smoke into our lungs and the atmosphere
Running sideways and crooked and upside-down and inside-out
Running backwards
Climbing
Like rain drifting skyward
And our hearts are mighty engines
Puffing black smoke into our lungs and the atmosphere
Running sideways and crooked and upside-down and inside-out
Running backwards
Climbing
