The most elaborate card house is decorated with sweeps and spirals that lead to the moon
But we made it to the moon and I'm on my way back down from the highest tower
I could have touched the stars one day but gave it up to see the play
And tumbled with the cards to the very bottom, looking up the whole time
Looking back the whole time at what I'm losing, and I am losing
I'm losing a whole opportunity again, and again, and again
I'm losing hope, and dreams, and all sorts of make believes
I'm losing my mind, and I'm to blame
But falling is oh so pretty.
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