Before It Fell - Blake Mills

Waves of fallen hair

Down over my eyes layin' there

In the dust of memory

What am I coming here to see?

Once I was taken and once I was held

In a world of your making before it fell

Nights running wild

Shot from the bottle to the skies

I had a song, I had a band

The sweetest plan, the softest hand

Then I was taken and there I was held

In a world of our making before it fell

In a world of our making

The ashtrays are full and the bacon is fried

A place where I’m welcome every kiss is goodbye

And the space in between

Nothing and something is everything

What is shown and what is seen

Where I’ve lived and where I’ve been

Where I was taking and where I was held

In a world of your making before it fell

In a world of your making before it fell

In a world of your making