Observer Drift
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Lights go down and all I see
are blackened walls of imagery
Lights come on and we cant see
our eyes play tricks on you and me
you cannot find me in your sleep
wait for me beneath the oak tree
we run to find the street lights. at night
so we can dance. so we can dance
to make things right