We watched the path of dreamers,
the long road to get back home.
What is fear when you're close to the end?
An extra beat of your heart?
Breathe catching in your lungs, afraid to be exhaled?
My mind keeps you next to me in both places.
The shadow of your memory rests beside me.
I can feel you in my thoughts.
I move to a patch of setting sun,
and as twilight falls in front of the night,
behind my eyes the shadows of your eyelashes fall across your face.
I lay with your ghost in the field until morning.
When you wake I leave, as though the sadness in your eyes fills me with the guilt of a thousand nights spent with another.
I don't think you were scared,
you just wanted it to be over.
I've always wondered what it would be like to just give up.
Where would I rest?
Who would take me back home?
the long road to get back home.
What is fear when you're close to the end?
An extra beat of your heart?
Breathe catching in your lungs, afraid to be exhaled?
My mind keeps you next to me in both places.
The shadow of your memory rests beside me.
I can feel you in my thoughts.
I move to a patch of setting sun,
and as twilight falls in front of the night,
behind my eyes the shadows of your eyelashes fall across your face.
I lay with your ghost in the field until morning.
When you wake I leave, as though the sadness in your eyes fills me with the guilt of a thousand nights spent with another.
I don't think you were scared,
you just wanted it to be over.
I've always wondered what it would be like to just give up.
Where would I rest?
Who would take me back home?
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