Opaque motives
And tattered seeming
Too much left worth
Yet still believing
Exhalation of the faith
That's kept us dreaming
Flashing image within the mind
Of other worlds we’ve left behind
Us somewhere laden
Crossroads not taken
I can't see beyond the paintings
The mirrors in your soul
We've spent too long complaining
Falling deeper in those hole
And memories like shifting sand
That bring us back to here
Will be the words from mouth to hand
As our motives disappear
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