SMALL BITS OF PAPER, NO PLACE TO GO
NO PLACE GREATER, TO SOMEONE I MUST SHOW
AT LEAST THE GRASS GROWS, MOURNING OF THE DAWN
MIRACLE MAKES ITS POSE, SHATTERED, AND THEN IT´S GONE

MAKER OF TWO PATHS, WHERE WAS YOUR MIND
MAKER OF THE WRATH, DON´T SHOW YOU´RE KIND

MASSIVE STREETLIGHTS WIND UP TO BE NEAR
BRIGHT STREETLIGHTS, NEON IS MY FEAR
SMALL BITS OF PAPER, SOON TO BE WASTE
A SKY-HIGH TALL SCRAPER MORNING SKIES WILL PASTE

THE SCENE IS LIKE IN AWE, TAXI DRIVING BY
A MILLION ROOFS ARE STANDING STILL AND I ASK YOU WHY.

MERIDIANS STANDING THERE, DIVIDING SHELTERS
PEOPLE AND I ONLY LOOKING THE WORLDS GREAT MELTERS


GIVE ME A REASON, GIVE ME A SMILE, A SMILE TO ME
MY MIND IS STANDING BY, NO WAY TO GIVE AWAY THIS SEASON.

THE SCENE...

MERIDIANS...

MAKER OF TWO...




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