you were built to scratch the sky,
you seemed to rise up overnight,
none of us could turn our eyes away..
taller than the ones before,
a sight to envy or adore,
hanging on to every word you say..
the arc curls back around,
and what goes up comes down,
leaning tower, when you fall,
we’ll be watching, one and all,
every power on which you call fails you now..
I always looked up to you,
I tried to cop your every move,
dreaming of the view from oh, so high..
the arc curls back around,
when what went up comes down,
we all know where we’re bound,
leaning tower, when you fall,
we’ll be watching, one and all,
every power on which you call fails you now,
in my hour, let me drift,
I’ll land softer than you did,
a final mercy on my lips,
breathing out.. breathing out.. breathing out…
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