Nothing turns the corner if we don't pull each other through

We're singing from the sidewalk on my back with a bruise

You irradiates the purest simplest, you write the songs about all the living beasts

you are the morning after the darkness of losing every last little thing Nuffalo

Mout falling Now I'm holy

Now I'm holy

Now New England turns colder with each each each hour

In the fading early street light when we've lost our power

There's got to be a way out of this hedge

It's got to be at least one last swelling breath

You irradiates the pure and simple as true You write the songs about all the living beasts

You are the morning after the darkness of losing every last little thing

You You are the light after the night of losing every last little thing. You are the light after the night

of losing every last little thing.

Nah, falling, I'm falling I'm falling

No, I'm falling,

Oh, I'm falling.

Oh, I'm falling. Thank you.