Shade is shelter from the sinking
Kind and knowing of my heart
All I know was taken from me
What I perceived had gone away
Now I feel the light exposing
Things I never thought I'd say
Shake me now I might believe
All before me is a dream
And kill the feeling of antipathy
Fingers pointing to the ceiling
The faces burned into the walls
The ghost of lies was born this evening
The laughter echoes own the halls
But if you leave it up to me
I won't believe it for myself
And all that's left is to be free
From the pictures on the shelf
Shake me now I might believe
All before me is a dream
And kill the feeling of antipathy
I can feel you in my hand
Like I did before and when
Things were simple we could understand
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