Nameless as the way we started I'd like to go Back to time before name Name for all we know When the room was filled with chances No one would take We collided with them Knowing chances fade Proving that to keep from hiding Means you must play on a nerve Under the weight of skin and bone Dotted lines divide The shape of things to come Giving up anticipation For certainty Wasn't nearly as good As we hoped it'd be Pulling back the sheets and covers Only to find The freight and baggage that grows On the family tree If loving only comes with effort Could we still be on a nerve Under the weight of skin and bone Dotted lines divide The shape of things to come Feeling on the edge of being Taken aback By the damage we did With the sense we lack Thieving over intonation Tuning at last on a nerve Under the weight of skin and bone Dotted lines divide The shape of things to come
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