Now the lakes must loose
Their depth and glow to your throne
The trust does its falling dance
Like dust upon your tablecloth
The little ones all dressed up
Little legs running off running off running off
Already they have grown a will
From now on you won't bother keeping them still
Will you come find me
when ready to swallow that fright
Yet all is not wrecked
Or this shall be my final last
groping apologise
The truth is not for you, my love is banned
The truth is not for you, my love is banned
Why'd you want a follower
I don't wanna mourn my falls in advance
How I wish you had gone
With me into this frightening trance
Will you come find me
when ready to swallow that fright
Yet all is not wrecked
Or this shall be my final last
groping apologise
The truth is not for you, my love is banned
The truth is not for you, my love is banned
The truth is not for you…

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