'This is where we stop pretending.
Lets move towards amending.
Well I'm amazed (I saw you coming all of this time)
Well I'm amazed (I once saw you before I was blind)"
It's not perfect yet, but we'll get there.
I'm constantly to-and-fro'ing between anchors. I can't decide. And all the choices I have to make don't even amount to what I really want. Why does it happen like this? I am an island slowly drifting away from the continent, all the while others move closer towards them.
Night, take me on a journey through time and space (and sound), I need this - I need to escape.
Sweet dreams.
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