Besedila: Planes Mistaken For Stars. Division.

poet i'm sick of your pretty lies.
and it was about the song that sang of the shelves i wished you on.
now sing along.
and i used to wish my heart as good my heart as strong.
and i used to wish i.
don't say it's gone.
i'll pull the truth to you.
and even if it breaks us both down.
don't say it's gone