We're outside
Laying upon the branches, lay by
They gleam bright and free
They're friendly
As I looked under the red root
It was cold, bound to something
Another face that I raised
Told you back when
Mystery gown, you're too late
Taking it with you
Go forth
You plant black stars
In the ground
You're outside
You're out there looking
Into the old place
They hang on the branches
Few echoes fly
Like a peace offering
The old stars gleam bright (beam bright, beam)
Like a peace, ah
Peace, ah
The face is looking back at me
The reason it turns to gray
Remember the past
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