Maybe I should live on the other side of the wood?
well, maybe
And maybe my life is lived somewhere else?
well, maybe
And maybe they’ve buried my thought in salt?
well, maybe
And maybe I’ve seen the face of a ghost?
well, maybe
In your room my tune
Is a moving Loom on a bone
In my home your moan
Is a secret I’ll never know
Light on the Wall, before
I came – to your Night Call
Light on the Wall, before
I came – to your Night Fall

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