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If you told them |
Somewhere in between 2 am and 4 in a candle-light conversation
Glows an ember in the abyss of your mind
It's a knowing that'll burn to touch and you don't want to play
with fire
Like the flicker in the flame
You continue to play the game
Somewhere in the haze of the morning light in a quiet suburban
bedroom
Float the remnants of a faded foggy dream
From the depths of the mother flood, struggling with separation
And the power of the sun
Do you drown or do you run?
What if it were true?
What is there to do?
And anyway, who would believe you
If you told them
Somewhere in the middle of the afternoon on a crowded and
noisy pavement
You are stopped - by a shiver up your spine
It's the hands of the warrior presenting you a plate of choices
But you'd rather live the lie
So you push the plate aside
What if it were true?
What is there to do?
And anyway, who would believe you
If you told them
If you told them