With a loud noise
Everything breaks,
Everything falls
Rips open, leaves a hole
Follow the black moon in
Follow the flashing gates
Alone at last....
Bury it inside, bury it
Bury it inside, bury it...
Come home...
His wife died, saw her face
Revealed, refused,
Coming home
Kept it outside,
Laughed it goodbye
He wants tears, he cries
Turning it out blind
Leaving home
Goodbye
He ?
Cannot say goodbye
Finished
Hope this dog don't spin me around again
Your face in paragraphs,
Caught in a game of hope
A year, found another year
A year, found another year
When we sit at a table
There's fire between the guests
When your hands don't touch
There's sand in your place
And fire under your nail
Nobody knew, so nobody cared
Nobody knows...

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Writer(s): KRISTIN HERSH