In fact it seems like the middle of the night
yet another eclipse between one pain and another
down here in hell we get older the air is more lit
down here in hell we change course more often
no blessed certainty nor the shadow
of touching pity...
don't think it's distant don't think
don't think it's distant don't think
don't think it's far away
from here I see your house
In fact between one group and another
I was looking for your methylene blue eyes
down here in hell perpetuates
cross and delight
here down in hell one pays the price
the harsh and inflexible sentence
among the underworld doubt winds its way
no blessed certainty nor the shadow
of touching pity...
don't think it's distant don't think
don't think it's distant don't think
don't think it's distant
from here I can see your house

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