Forest Song from Limbo by Clarkfield

Phantom cars racing ‘round my head
I'd rather be famous than dead
I don't want to be famous and dead

Terror flashbulbs in the streets
Garden water runs through my veins
Hands made out of solid clay
Never let me slip away

Burnt afternoons with leaves of lead
I'd rather be famous than dead
I am already famous and dead

I've been following your distant light
For nearly nineteen years of my life
I've been chasing after your gold light
Since the moment that it met my eyes

So please don't let it slip away
Don't slip away and leave me to die
Please just don't slip away
Just don't slip away

Phantom cars racing round my head
I'd rather be famous than dead
I'd rather be famous than dead
I am already famous and dead

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