this is a book full of pictures we've broken into hours we spent
going down to the park and just flying around
when i knew i should be working even though the sky was clear
and you know nopony’s looking
when we finally went out into the rain we were laughing
and i kept the clouds there but that’s never allowed
ow ow ow ow
i saw the ghost walking by your house one night
the broken bottles on the bridge reflecting first light
but they stayed buried underground, out of town, never to be found
looking over a land that they will never know
sanctuary
house on a hilltop
the house had a valley and a curse in the corner of a driveway
gravel breaking gla**, unimportant
but nopony ever went that way, oh no no no no no no
and i’ll always place the blame on a Ponyville that never knew its name
no, never knew a sight like a city rising
breaking through the clouds
the ground never broke into me
my dear, why are we if not to live extraordinary?
extraordinary
a den of thieves lies out in the woods
past the cabin with the sign but it really don’t matter
‘cause you’ll never find us now and you’ll never find us later
if your body’s breaking out, may you find her, go and pray to her
pray
pray to her
pray