- cifra   
  
      
   I woke you up with poetry and stones 
 The ragged and the bones 
 Strewn around the room 
    I recall another hazy may 
 Take a round in the ring 
 Gone hungry for the win   
 Heres the part I just lose everything 
 I cracked a spark just to hear you sing 
 Sing   
 I took it out 
 The papers and the trash 
 Old among the cans 
 This golden love gone bad   
 Shined it up 
 Aiming at the Sun 
 Just a light year from us 
 Hop a cab ride and we're off   
 And all the ravens came along to play 
 The simple notes you sang just went astray   
 Everything was up, its coming down 
 Everything was up, its coming down 
 Coming down