A stray smile from the street
Reminds how far and steep.
A house,
A car,
A television full of tar...
Something that clings to the soul
Got a pocket of polio
Something must grow
A pillar of ideas,
Dust on stone.
The cracks are crumbling
Where something must grow
Where something must grow
A dream of falling
Covered in snow.
The film plays backwards
Of all that was known
Of all that was known
Grow
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