Sweet Disasters

So things are not the same Cut all loss and walk away What was said is done So independence comes And there is none the like No more lonely souls Under changing leaves And no more weary wrecks Seeking harmony While waiting for their rest So choice is always free Granted nothing is but sure Death won't set us free Nor will misery When we fear those worlds We fear that we'll erode Quickly with no control I won't lay sick and sorely With my soul uneasy The ground beneath me Is hollow, breaking up And cracking to swallow me whole When we get cut It's so good to know that Sweet disasters Are just as precious We fall down To kiss the ground And live to love and lose All is well if all falls At least we'll know the truth --- Sweet Disasters - Hot Water Music