and the boys
Itґs been days nowand you change your mind againit feels like yearsand i can tell how time can bend your ideas
and the boys go on and on and on and onand the boys go on and on and on and onand thereґs gold falling from the ceiling of this worldfalling from the heartbeat of this girlfalling from the things we should have learnedfalling from the things we could have heard
well itґs been days nowand you change your mind againall the cracks in the walls reminds you of things we saidand i could tell you that i wont hurt you this timebut itґs just safer to keep you in this heart of mine
and the boys go on and on and on and onand the boys go on and on and on and onand thereґs gold falling from the ceiling of this worldfalling from the heartbeat of this girlfalling from the things we should have learnedfalling from the things we could have heard
and the boys go on and on and on and onand the boys go on and on and on and onand thereґs gold falling from the ceiling of this worldfalling from the heartbeat of this girlfalling from the things we should have learnedfalling from the things we could have heard
falling from the people that we heardfalling from the love we never earnedfalling from the sky that should have burnedfalling from my heart