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If you’re feeling forgotten,
Then its time you heard,
All the tittle-tattles,
Wrinkles and rhymes.
All the things they said out loud,
Ringing forever after dark.
We’re burning bridges tonight,
Come see our light.
Break my heart when the night bells ring,
It tells you when to leave,
It tells you where to go.
I’ll watch the clocks while their meanings change,
We’re somewhere in the middle,
Undefined, but never moving on.
We’re the successes of our own failures,
The stumble to our fall.
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Well to the boy with eyes for hands,
What are you really seeing tonight.
Through the tint of your kaleidoscope lenses,
Your world in Technicolour so unlike my own.
Beating to a separate rhythm,
In a space that does not exist.
So I wonder when I’ll see you again.
Well would I ever see you again?
Will it be tomorrow?
Or the day after that?
Well maybe I’ll be drifting,
Away from your heart beating.
Well there’s nothing to cry about.
This is nothing to cry about.
Just to the girl with stars in her eyes,
This is nothing to cry about.
