No more wishes for the past
No lingering of sages and seers
Desperations and fevers last
The undertows are strong here…
And here I lie, another morning arise
Too far away from coming home
I see a face in the snow, inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow
And outside the sun is too far away to feel
And here I lie, another morning arise
Too far away from coming home
And here I lie, another morning arise
Too far away from coming home
And could we live
Within the wake of hidden lies
When we’re too far away.
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