I watched their fingers
I know all about them
And between the sunsets
I wait for the singers

And now that the day comes
We're trapped in a cell now

Warm lips on my ear tell
Their secrets from heaven
And from the cement fell
The boulder in question

Voices lead the way to higher ground but I,
Cant imagine what has caught my eye
Memories and dreams can't dictate what is real,
But I tell you everything that I feel

Sun tell me your secret
Shout it through the clouds
Singers are forsaken
We are much too loud

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