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Itâs been a while now since you could face yourself to wear the time the way it wore you. Feel the years being glued to you. You can see your skinâs grown weathered, but you canât catch one passing glimmer of the past youâve been constructing since before our time was altered. And I donât what to do, so I sing you off to sleep and kiss you on your head while decay is creeping in. And Iâd sell you lines to keep you from thinking the bridges we built are all sunk in an ocean now. Now from youth so long divided, creaking bones and dimmer lighting, youâve found your cupâs become too shallow to keep your fleeting thoughts inside it. And when you sink into reflections are you aging with those etchings? Or are you young and free and graceful? Is this passing time a waste? No? I donât know. What can I do? Except bring you back inside to ease your wondering for a while. All the madness is creeping in. I donât know. So now Iâll speak right to you in your lofty golden tower. If only drowning men can see you, must I watch them turn to sailors? Because I canât stand on that water if I canât see you any clearer, and I feel so disappointing watching mountains stand un-turning all the time.
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- Since Before Our Time
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