Before We Fell from Grace

Louder than before We hear the whistle blow Was it for us to hear? I'd rather not know Isn't it bliss here? Just skimming rocks in eden Oh what could become And try as I might Can't help but feeling somewhat out of place now Can't be long until we fall from grace. How Might I preserve She tells me of the loves she's known and yet regrets I'm grateful that my thoughts are pure and with respect I offer up my coat She's had a few with bodies too Pulled straight from glossy pages How could I compare? I'm choking on the cool night air Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Sacred was the flesh that lay bare in the morning light A private wake with crow and hound They searched for hours but never found Nor did I return Nor did I return Nor did I return Nor could I return Nor could I return Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Now my head spins and I'm falling hard I never was quite built for entertainment The sun may rise But I'm glued to the pavement Oh what has become What has become Look what has become Oh what has become Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new Laid in the morning new