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Little Deaths - Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo
On a word I could fly
If it was for you and I
Just a"We'll be fine my love"
But I look up and down
And find you are not around
Nor the hope I'd hoped you'd find
All the plans that did land
Like butterflies on my hands
Have all now flown from reach
And this luxury
Of fine choice is leaving
A debris of abandoned dream
It's the little deaths of ideas
That dash me against the rocks
Fill me full of wings
Until my heart stops
Over the wall and into the wild
All is unfamiliar
Give me light give me laughs
Give me something I can grasp
And a blameless place to hide today
It's the little deaths of ideas
That dash me against the rocks
Fill me full of wings
Until my heart stops
On a word I could fly
If it was for you and I
Just a"We'll be fine my love"
