Lyrics

Helpless, she lies across the stairs Haunting your days, consuming your breath There will be healing, but don't force this girl to stand As she's counting the ceilings with pale voice and trembling hands You told me life was long But now that it's gone You find yourself on top as the leader of the flock Called to be wrong for those below Whispered notes from the piano in the corner of the room Hold your throat, is that healing that you're hearing in her tune Wanting change but loving her just as she lies Is the burden of the man who's built his life on love You told me life was long But now that it's gone You find yourself on top as the leader of the flock Called to be wrong for those below I'd be locked up in store in the lavender ward 'Cause my mind is just like hers Just as broken just as crippled just as burned And then I find myself on top as the leader of the flock Called to be wrong for those below
Writer(s): Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford, Benjamin Walter David Lovett, Edward James Milton Dwane, Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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