I'd walk awaynIf I could move my feetnIn your paradennThe long Marchnthrough April's open heartnMay tear these legs apartnbut still I praynnnthat I am brokennand my empty lungs are fillednwith the oceannwhere the waterfallnof hopeful hearts will spillnnyou'll dance until you dienat least we dance,nshe saidnat least we've tried.nnI leadnLaughing through the streetsnA celebration of defeatn(We tumble off the edge into the sea)