We never left our house to see the city
We looked up at the sky and felt inside
We finished every book we never started
Because failure never comes if you never try
The words of the good king aren’t lost till we’re looking
So dream and pretend you remember
The books that were burning aren’t gone if we’re learning
The things that we’ve done, the moments we’ll live again
We never asked another for directions
There never was a straighter line to walk
We never told another soul we’re empty
Because you never have to tell if you never talk
We’re happily trapped in this change that won’t happen
We’re hoping it’s still life in motion
So tell me your silence can mean we don’t want this
I can’t hate myself and act like I love you
So cover my eyes
I’m not ready to let this go
Give me some time
I’m sure I’ll be home again from nine to five
So let me go
This wall seems familiar and lost to the winter
So scratch all the paint off my body
Without your engravings my life’s not worth saving
My life’s not worth saving
My life’s not worth saving
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