this road is broken in two ways and i don't know which way to take to meet you there
what was found cannot be lost, a windows pain covered in frost and you don't care
and whose bed is too cold, and who wakes up alone
in time you might find, in time
this broken path was straddled by a dewy past of cloudy nights that we can share
the windows pain with frost is gone, its broken path just lingers on a silent stare
and whose bed is too cold, and who wakes up alone
in time i might try, in time
and everything that you worked for is not them
and everything that you dreamin' for is not them
and everything that you reachin' for is not them
that you want
everything that you're workin' for is not them
and everything that you're reachin' for is not them
and everything that you're dreamin' for is not them, that you want
and everything that you thought you had is not them
and everything that you thought you knew is not them
and everything that you thought you loved is not them, that you want

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