A rich belief that no one sees you Your ribbon cut from all the fates and Some hound of Hell looking for handouts The breath between things no one says
Author of a Poor Design No one to steady your hand All things lost in their own time Where have you gone to?
Return to me Return again Return to me Return again, hey
Some demimonde astride the crossing You're reaching for life-like face You stumble to the cellar door and Your fragments glitter the eyelids of a child
Author of a Poor Design No one to steady your gaze And the things a pound of flesh can't buy Where have you gone to?
To return to me To return again?
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