Texty: Chris Zabriskie. The Black Hole. March To The Sky.

When i was a boy i was ill
from dust on the windowsill
there?s lines that run through space
cause space is such a dusty place

where did you go?
why can?t i follow?
all that i gave
all that you borrowed

when i was a boy i saw
the lights in the town go off
the candles lit up my room
but the lights came on real soon

the cities aren?t quite what they used to be
so i can?t blame you for getting used to me
ah but there?s where the irony lies
after tomorrow we take to the skies

and we?ll all fly ?round tonight