the precipice
classic crime, the
i wish i could play the violin
i'd play 'til tears rolled down your cheek and chin
we could write the saddest song
sometimes i indulge my every whim
and piece-by-piece i build the cell i'm in
but i only stay here long
enough to write the saddest song
i dreamt i stood on a hill
that i wished was a mountain
to look back on all my accomplishments
well they must have been small
because i couldn't seem to find them
so i took a leap off of the precipice
i wish i could play piano well
i'd hit the keys that make your spirit swell
we could write the saddest song
i dreamt i stood on a hill
that i wished was a mountain
to look back on all my accomplishments
well they must have been small
because i couldn't seem to find them
so i took a leap off of the precipice
whether it works out or not
whether it works out or not
i'll follow you with my heart
whether it works out or not
whether it works out or not
i'll follow you with my heart
i dreamt i stood on a hill
that i wished was a mountain
to look back on all my accomplishments
well they must have been small
because i couldn't seem to find them
so i took a leap off of the precipice