passed the facade of paradise
over the cold expanse below
you and i have room to grow
build it up then burn it away
the streets will wear and turn to clay
and i'll be there to see the day
letting in storms full of worry
my whole life was as dry as a desert
i took a spill and i tasted the mud
and i knew my own heart had deflated
when we were right at the threshold
you showed me how to follow
you told me to learn but not hate
and when a fly landed on my plate
you reminded me not to notice