Our zeal congested and infected with the gauze
As flocks of shadows graze on
Your persistence in memory
I'll never be what you hide from
Oh, sing to me again
I remember when we were young and brave
Oh, I guess I...
Now I guess I fold
I give in
With words they bring me back
But we circulate then trap ourselves in discontent
How could I have spent all this time to throw it away?
Behind me is where you will stay
All of this time I spent on you so you could just walk away
We are forever lost
Oh, sing to me again
I remember when we were young and brave
Oh, I guess I...
Now I guess I fold
I give in
And I've wondered for my own sake
Have the years turned you to stone or the place you call your home?
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