In an Escher town
In the Palace - Gallen, hidden low
And the peaks stay Saint
And the streets wind up and down below
To the balcony
Where the hands embrace amidst the rows
And the flickering screen
And the smell of almonds in the grove
Don't leave
Don't leave
Don't leave
To come so close to offer this
Won't leave don't leave
And the screen says, “stay”, every time
The image it plays in my mind
And we say Grace
Every time we're in this place
Is it mine in the mirror?
Is it mine or the mirror, we make?
Where we haven't run
Deep into the rows
Where the olives grow
Lost in the unknown
Until, lost is all we know
And the pollen silt
Til we're tracing in the snow
And down into the screen
Says “stay”, every time
The image plays in my mind
And we say Grace
Every time we're face-to-face
Is it mine in the mirror
Is it mine or the mirror we make
Take all the time it takes
To make all the time it takes
It takes all the time it takes
To make all the time, it takes
Don't leave
Don't leave
Don't leave
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