A crooked chimney standing in the middle of a field
once surrounded by the walls of work
by laughter and by love
the sound of children playing
i love you--yeah you
a crooked tree stands naked near the center of the field
barely rooted in the browns and greys
of earth that once was green
a place long since forgotten
in a world of yesterday
except by me--yeah me
and oh--whose plan was this anyway
and i never thought "he" would want it to be that way
it once was beautiful--right here
it still is beautiful--in here
you once were beautiful--i hear
i hear it can be beautiful
just remember
a twisted little image in your perfect little world
of the chapter where it'd all begun
about a song already sung
burnt around the edges
nearly faded--nearly gone
even you--yeah you
a shiny building standing in the center of today
where indifferent people go to work
go about their pay
knowing they've forgotten
in a most convenient way
yesterday--away
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