Из альбома: Skeptic Goodbye

Rest your head upon me
I have seen your failures multiply
In the folds of your eyes, draw a line
To the bedroom you left far behind
Just as I left mine

Let me stay, and I am leaving
For a while
This childish place in our minds
This old rusty blade in our sides
That will whittle our bodies in time
Down to nothing

Set your gaze beyond me
I have tried
You won't be gone way to abide (?)
Your heart had an ocean to cry (?)
Now we're too old for biding our time
And I'm not waiting

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