Balancing on One wounded wing Circling the edge Of the neverending The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door | | More than begin But less than forget But spirits born From the not happened yet Gathering there To pay off a debt brought back from the wars |
We thought we lost you We thought we lost you We thought we lost you Welcome back | | Sleeping for years Pick through what is left Through the pieces that fell and rose from the depth From the rainwater well Deep as a secret nobody knows |
Less than forget But more than begun These adventures in solitude never done To the names of our rooms (?) We send the same blood back from the wars | | We thought we lost you We thought we lost you We thought we lost you It will all come back |
I know you want to Run far away from one more And that it's comin' at a bad time Some cold place Heartless ways For all we know | | I know you need to Breathe through Come back Come too But it's comin' at a bad time Tangled day For all we know |
I know you want to Run far away from one more And that's comin' at a bad time Some cold race Heartless ways For all we know | | I know you want to Breathe through Come back Come too But it's comin' at a bad time Old scarred face Survivor's guilt For all we know |
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