Ballade For My Best Friend

Dylan Parker

Compositor: Dylan Parker

Light poured out from the sky
And that's where all the locksmiths hide
But don't you cry
For I had grown old
Before I knew how to be young

Now the sky falls down on me, yeah

Streams are painted gold
It's the first thing I was told
But as it unfolds
Oh I had grown cruel
Before I knew how to be kind

And now the sky falls down on me, yeah