It's a natural fall –
Because it's blatant it probably amounts to a higher call.
"Might live forever," anyone that's made it promises to tell you.
A mind's been sold and gone for good,
pack your bags
only ask for help if it's understood.
Made it your call,
all washed up on a cause that no one saw.
You'll save your best frown,
while you were face down.
I don't remember them all.
(It's been so, it's been so long.)
When I was little, my dad took me up to the stadium.
(It's been so, it's been so long.)
Staircase was narrow, crooked little city, well beyond the echoes.
My mom stayed home and prayed for two, went to bed,
only to wake up to a crowded room.
Made it my fault,
all washed up on a cause that no one saw.
You'll save your best frown,
while you were face down.
