Something ripped me open
From my little death woken
Fading rhythm of lifeline
Is music for a dead child
I`m skirting the rim, skirting the rim
of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don`t pull me in
Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sadness of a love that
Though it breathes, can never be made
There are cracks where the white light burns through
It seems I see everything but the truth
Once more to that sacred place
The dream that sucks me under
I`m skirting the rim, skirting the rim
of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don`t pull me in
Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sadness of love that
Though it breathes, can never be made
Somehow everything is clearer now
Hours pass with never a relief
I see the sadness of a moment
Though it lived was never seen
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