It was a bright day,
an autumn Friday When I admitted what we both knew was true And in a moment the treetops were all gone and I was fast transported back to a time not too long ago Foreign kindness and a sweet smile right below warm eyes Time and time, the moments passed like errant fireflies and I knew that today, I'd never be alone again I was a radio person, all the songs spoke to me singing Join the ranks of broken-hearted step up to the line unarmed Miles and miles they stretch and march this beat Join the ranks of the souls departed from happier places they all started Battlegrounds look different when you're on your knees Heard the drums beating when I laid down on your chest Foresaw broken knuckles, dirty knees I must confess Today was breaking like a promise, I expected and wasn't you or me, it was us three; us two and a killer called time Foreign kindness and a sweet smile right below warm eyes Time and time, the moments passed like errant fireflies Like a. cliché, I never wanted to make of my life I was a radio person, all the songs spoke to me screaming Join the ranks of the broken-hearted step up to the line unarmed Miles and miles they stretch and march this beat Join the ranks of the souls departed from happier places they all started Are war cries really there if no one's around to hear? Join the ranks of the broken-hearted step up to the line unarmed Battlegrounds look different when you're on your knees
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