I thought things would take off but they cooled down
Your voice on the phone, I hear traffic behind
Violent rain outside looking out
Looking up, a fragment of sky
Looking to leave, transmit and deceive
Kill off the fortune-tellers
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghost-like horizon of your eye
I hear things aren't well since you sold me out
I remember you clear, your rituals of doubt
With city lights from 1988
Sprinkled like dust on your window pane
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghost-like horizon of your eye
Maelstrom
I'm drifting away, I'm staying under
You fall back
To aged ideals controlled by thunder
Ruled by dishonor
Come, feel, I am not real
Woe is always on your mind
You dragged me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghost-like horizon of your eye
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