| I kicked the pillar of a temple and ran to the river to hide I kicked the cornerstone and watched the castle go down When I returned to the scene of the crime I fell to my knees and I cried I knelt by the graves in the ashes of those left behind There is nothing but ghostflowers growing here Nothing but ghostflowers far and near Those were the crossroads that led us here Those were the crossroads and these are the bridges that burned So we go past the classroom where our marbles used to roll Where the feathers of our pillow were blowing in the breeze And the sandman each night he sowed us all to sleep But now we kneel by the graves in the ashes of those left behind There is nothing but ghostflowers growing here Nothing but ghostflowers far and near Those were the crossroads that led us here Those were the crossroads and these are the bridges that burned Those were the handshakes These are the heartbreaks Those were the handshakes These are the heartbreaks... |
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