fell in line, on the third of May

Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves?

Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves?

But it's all the same...

Was I too slow? Did I change overnight?

[Verse 4]

And is all that I might owe you carved on ivory?

[Refrain 3]

I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold

[Refrain 4]

[Outro]

But I hold the fleet angel, she'll bless you