along the line on the wall linking to your heart does it end if I pull the plug how true in words
among the rooftop stains buds sprout from the dust I know you can live without me whistle in the breeze
along the line on the wall winding to the top vines climb madly city lights sadly reality comes back to me
Is it really me writing this to you Is it the real you sending this to me
you said you're leaving this country soon I know it doesn't matter to us but somehow I feel so sad today
It's not about you going away
among the rooftop trees sky is wet & grey I know you can live without me whispers in the breeze
Is it really me writing this to you maybe it's the real but only a part of me Is it the real you writing this to me maybe it's all lies but it's alright
along the line on the wall linking to your heart does it end if I pull the plug how true in words among the rooftop stains buds sprout from the dust I know you can live without me whistle in the breeze