when he walks by her way bringin clouds out the day she would tear her heart away but he would never care just like we do feathered bones of ancient dreams you collect like butterflies coves for a grub on a tree shining through the ocean of bleeding wills and pink leaves of broken skins flame it s me and paper it s you i hide away on broken clocks and whiter pale like all those tales where the end is a sweeter place you promised i heard it you did you promised i am sure you did your big eyes told you wouldn t have wept for us then i looked at you with the same wet sight and i promised i would have gone yes i promised but a promise is like the wind and i hide away on broken clocks and whiter pale like all those tales where the end is a sweeter place