Texty: The National Bank. What Is Left.

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What was left of the rain? I could hear under my bicycle tires
What was left of your love? I could feel like the steam from a fire
What is left of the light? Is alarmed by the dusk and retreat of the sun
What is left of your peace? the notion that I am still on the run

So
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?


What was left on the road?
Wet leaves scattered like stars on a sky
What has just left the ground?

Now I can finally fly
Now I can finally fly
In what is left of the sky

What is left to find out? What drove the worm to cross the road?
What is left of tonight? An urge to shed my trembling load
So what is left of this day? I'm not sure but I plan to find out
So what is left of this day? When I know I'll sure give a shout !

So
what is left of this day?
what is left of this day?

What was left on the road?
Leaves scattered like stars on the sky
What has just left the ground?

Now I can finally fly
Now I can finally fly
Now I can finally fly
In what is left of the sky
Now I can finally fly
In what is left of the sky
Now I can finally fly