Clean Cut Kid - Golden Ribbon

There's a shadow on your lung
And a cloud above my head
And a part of both us that used to run
but now is dead
Like the million miles of blue
Separating Jean and you
And I can't help but see the poetry as she breaks through.

Sending down a golden ribbon
A ticket on a plane that never lands
You wrote the book on living
What they call dying you call taking her hand.

There's an empire built on love
3 generations deep
Who look or speak or play in some small way like you or Jean
Even babies on the way, growing stronger while you fade
And I can't help but feel she's up there counting down the days.

Sending down a golden ribbon
A ticket on a plane that never lands
You wrote the book on living
What they call dying you call taking her hand.

Don't suffer fools
Patience is overrated
Be great at what you do
And fill your house with beautiful kids
With beautiful kids
With beautiful kids
Fall head over heals in love
Counter all pain with humour
Be hard and soft and bend iron
Into gates to keep everyone safe
Laugh in the face of death
Be lost if you loose your soulmate
Just keep them doggies rollin'
Keep them doggies rollin'.

Written by:
MICHAEL HALLS

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