There comes a son, A son of angels Carrying an empty glass Trying to fill it to the surface Well tell your thirst love has passed
You carry on, carry the world You must get worn with all the weight I take it in but you won't no where And no where's where we're headed fast (past? )
[chorus] Oh, oh, rodeo Slow turning to and fro Oh, oh, rodeo Where we land (laugh? ? ) no one knows (no one knows..)
We're not blind to what it is In other words, the ignorant kind Well life is short, but oh it's wide It's wide enough to read your mind [sometimes she says to blow my mind]
Well I believe in ever-after Just in case what's after that Don't I love you like the angels And could you ever love me back?
[chorus]
Strangers now we are becoming Stranger now we have become If any (fiction? ? ? ) every returns Returned by the coolest one
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