We have waited on the edge so long
Holding our breath to the fire
In the land of song
In the land of song
Wanted something to hold onto
As swarms of us were
Held in motion
Through minutes of tears
Branding hearts with memories
That arise in the sky
Hardness melts
And we try to hold hands
Something gets up
Just as an illusion
You were like a ghost then.
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