But if loss is just a step
behind
A dancing door
A circus mind
I leave my bed
And I stumble through my rituals
I fight my mind
My memory pulls
To things been said
O I admit that I
Hold to words
I hold them tight
I've known colder comfort
In the night
It's only time after all
As I waken to a morning mist
The sun burns through an almost
kiss
Now gone away
Not surprised to find me lonely
now
Parade of dreams stroll by
and bow
Not meant to stay
But I say hello there brittle
and bone
For sure you must be my home
What's more I can aIways feel
alone
With you
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