Down The Days

No no no no no 
  When will it fall?  When will it break down? 
  Now Earthing, you've all the right to come 
  But don't wake those sleeping 
  For all the pretty ones die young 

  See what unfolds (made a few calls) 
  Oh from memory shores 
  And the day that you come 
  From where you call home 
  Oh from memory shores 

  No no no no no 
  Too many eves, too many false dawns 
  Now angel, you've all the right to come 
  And take those sleeping 
  For all the pretty ones die yong 
  All the pretty ones die young 
  All the pretty ones die young 

  See what unfolds (made a few calls) 
  Oh from memory shores 
  And the day that you come 
  From where you call home 
  Oh from memory shores... 

  To memory shores