Lost in thought Far away, when the stitches settle Grant me one more twist Open line tô the tensile mind But it's a stretch Tô try and make it better Break me, bit by bit
Soft! What light? Illuminate that I will never, I will never learn End of my wits Pausing there, on the second stair I can't forget I will never, I will never learn Frankly sick of myself
Reach out, hold my hand Oh reach out for I can hardly stand Tô watch Reach out, trace your hands Along my lines I can hardly stand Tô watch
Long since lockеd Far away, in the citadel Safely dеrelict
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