dos, tres, at the starsLook how they shine

and onYou're told which side you're onAh, you're forced,

saw the sunSome saw the smokeSome heard the gunSome

mais pourquoi quand t'es petit que c'est l'heure de goûter

I: Prospekt's is risin' from the housesPeople buryin' their

the hardest part was letting go, not taking partWas

whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisperA whisper, a whisper,

my place, in my placeWere lines that I couldn't

wanna be bigger, stronger, drive a faster carTo take

no, I seeA spider web is tangled up with

1: Chris at the starsLook how they shine for

Yesterday I woke up to the newsI was very very sad

when I get back on solid groundI'm gonna crawl

Chris somebody, let somebody 1: Chris had

got one eye watching youOne eye on what you

They got one eye watching youOne eye on what you doSo

yeah!)Could you, could you come back?Come back together?Put yourself

When she was just a girlShe expected the worldBut it flew

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil warJust after I'd

I know is I love you a bomb