Did someone
give you something to help you ease the pain?
Like the liquor in the bottle, we watched you slip away
And I feel as if I know you through the bars of a song
Always surrounded but alone
But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America
We watched you fly, but nothing's free, Miss America
And as you fall apart, we just call it art
Was it so hard to breathe?
Was the picture in the paper not the face you recognize?
Did the make-up never make up for the pain behind your eyes?
'Cause I feel as if I know you when you're on my silver screen
But I don't know the dark places that you've been
But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America
We watched you fly, but nothing's free, Miss America
And as you fall apart, we just call it art
Was it so hard to breathe?
Does another voice sing in Heaven's choir tonight
To fill the silence left behind?
And I don't know what goes on in your mind
But I'm sure it's enough to make me cry
Someday we'll find you lived forever
But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America
We watched you fly but nothing's free, Miss America
And as you fall apart, we just call it art
Was it so hard to breathe?
Like the liquor in the bottle, we watched you slip away
And I feel as if I know you through the bars of a song
Always surrounded but alone
But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America
We watched you fly, but nothing's free, Miss America
And as you fall apart, we just call it art
Was it so hard to breathe?
Was the picture in the paper not the face you recognize?
Did the make-up never make up for the pain behind your eyes?
'Cause I feel as if I know you when you're on my silver screen
But I don't know the dark places that you've been
But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America
We watched you fly, but nothing's free, Miss America
And as you fall apart, we just call it art
Was it so hard to breathe?
Does another voice sing in Heaven's choir tonight
To fill the silence left behind?
And I don't know what goes on in your mind
But I'm sure it's enough to make me cry
Someday we'll find you lived forever
But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America
We watched you fly but nothing's free, Miss America
And as you fall apart, we just call it art
Was it so hard to breathe?
Writer(s): James Blount, Wayne Anthony Hector, Steve
Mac
"Moon Landing" (2013)
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