Lyrics

A man against his will
Was in a struggle with a fall
Sitting perfectly still
In a hole behind a wall
His cat was up a tree
His mood was midnight blue
He’d never had a single reverie
He’d never even had a view
For those of us so far apart
For those of us who don't like art
Sailing on a sinking arc
Just looking for a heart
For those of us so far apart
For those of us who don't like art
Sailing on a sinking arc
Just looking for a heart
Written by: Patrick Leonard
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