Lyrics

on the corner of third street
help a friend
a friend who’s weak

hear the stories
let them talk
listen as a dozen pasts begin to speak
at home the mind seeps
day to day
and week to week

back to where you started

turning the present into past

(into past...)

what lies behind the brick walls
lay the figures that go to waste
give yourself up to what
give yourself up to who?

let go of how you started

turning the present into past
return to the first time from the last

let go let go let go let go
you could never ask for more
let go let go let go let go
don’t dare ever ask for more

your back where you started before
you could never ask for more

you could never ask for
you could never ask for
you could never ask for
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