Who to falter, who to last?
Which ‘I' will ‘I' invite today?
What rings hollow, what holds fast?
A trick of perspective – a paper play.
It keeps on splitting, it keeps on spinning.
I wouldn't give up this pain – No, No, No
No, No, No, Wait – and start again.
A splintered second, a shattered view –
Leave them alone, let them multiply.
Who's forgotten, and what holds true?
I am the ghost of my own lost lives.
It keeps on splitting, it keeps on spinning.
I wouldn't give up this pain – No, No, No
No, No, No, Wait – and start again.
‘I' from ‘I' and whole from part –
The mouths we speak with are never ours.
Opposing mirrors, the chambered heart –
A space this wide could swallow the stars.
It keeps on splitting, it keeps on spinning.
I wouldn't give up this pain – No, No, No
No, No, No, Wait – and start again.

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