Images they fall
On a sidewalk in your head
Catching by the rainbow
Of a thousand dying men
Eager now to tell you
'Bout the times I so regret
So now (so now)
The keys are on the table
I don't need your label
To come back down
People they talk
Crows of black complexion
Here by the sound
Of a trillion signs of heaven
Everyone is new
If you strip away their own
So slow (so slow)
The cards are all mislabeled
I have left the stable
To reach new ground
