Faded lens and broken scar, feels no comion Pale blue car with tales of gold, in the wrong direction And I stand the prison floor, my thoughts are changing Locked in silence, and I see forever now, there's nothing left of you Time has crashed again, fading promises remain And the times that have changed, needless conversation makes me Crazy And I can't seem to find that looking glass, of you When the ages come and go, like sees the age The empty threat has poised us all to see the madness Just hand the table flow, his ever hand to guide the soldiers As I try reason it all, calling out to you My eyes crashing blank, visons of you have betrayed me Try to the mate, knowing if all that's he's missed and hated And I can't seem to find that looking glass Maybe that's only made to last When my fingers and thumb start to scatter fade Of you... of you Time has crashed again, fading promises remain And the times that have changed, needless conversation makes me Crazy And I can't seem to find that looking glass Maybe that's only made to last When my fingers and thumb start to scatter fade Of you... of you
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