Last Stop: Cancer

Every morning, times they’re a-changing we say,
but today, it rains memories on my back.
The world looks like concrete through this window pane,
I can see the sky going down in flames.

And when the sun is shot down,
it’s time to learn how to love ‘cause

Our dreams and all these lights we think will last,
won’t they be nothing, but smiles in the (face of the) past
when we (grow up), when we (grow up)?

When the moon’s lighting up the cities we all fall in love with,
You don’t want to pick up the phone when cancer calls.
When reality kicks you straight in the face,
I hope that the horizon will still burn bright.

Everything finds a new meaning when a life so close is fading.

(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).
(Let’s be setting suns).

(Everything finds a new meaning) when someone so close can stop breathing.

…And our dreams, all these lights we think will last,
won’t they be nothing, but smiles in the (face of the) past
when we (grow up), when we (grow up)?

These smiles will survive.
Passion is forever.


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