A paperweight to a giant
Is not the mountain that is to me
Gravity's coming short again
He's my best friend
And I'm becoming more self-reliant
But like the paper I just weighted lay
For you to mend my wicked ways
This is the part of the letter
This is the sad good-bye
In the timing of our lives
In the timing of our lives
This is the part of the letter
This is the sad good-bye
In the timing of our lives
In the timing of our lives