From secret lungs a binding spell
Was cast and kept around
A tired day with tired eyes
Spat out from the underground
And you walk through their lives like a ghost
In an old, faded polaroid
Alone, alive, unknown
We live, we die, on our own
We paint our idols under our skin
And carry their words in our souls
We drink and wait for the world to set to spin
And disappear as a whole
For a while
In control
And I walk past their lives like a ghost
In an old, faded photograph
In love, alive, unknown
We live, we die, but not alone
Your laughter spreads relieving wings
And lifts the heavy choice
With burning tongues and blinding words
We step back from the void.
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