thick as thieves
the last of leaves
in the winter sun
holding fast
this freezing branch
is home to us
step, step right over the line
and onto borrowed time
when it’s life, not waiting to die
waiting to divide to divide
counting stars
and passing cars
on the interstate
the end is near
I feel it dear,
but I am not afraid
step, step right over the line
and onto borrowed time
when it’s life, not waiting to die
waiting to divide to divide
but you say you’re getting tired
you’re tired and so am I
when you fall I’ll fall behind
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