the road wont show you where to go.
use her soul for support of the broken, and turn off the candles.
you can watch the afore mentioned dripping on the television set in the living room, while grandma and i play cat and mouse in the attic.
he can wander in her slippers, and notice your long hair.
they'll put bread in the oven, and call her down from the bird cage.
there is string holding up your apple tree.
fall, falling, fallen.
