The sky has scrapers now.
The streets are made of clothes.
Embroidered on every single sleeve.

Some of us have seen.
The Golden Arrows poised.
Arc across the plaints
Turns us pale.
Some of us have seen.
The Golden Arrows poised.
Arc across the plaints
Turns us pale.
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The King's Garden Lyrics

Falling Up – The King's Garden Lyrics