What's left, once the dust has set
and burnt it's time
with resistance and regret
it shapes our lives
Racing, away from the scene
where burdens of the truth sleep
setting demons in our dreams
Make your own, make your own way home
and I'll go back
when all of you are gone
and it's time we fess up
lets re-build here
We set sail on
the oceans of deception
to chase the dream again
bridges burnt but we'd allege a truce
that can't exist
find yourself a reason
that routes to innocence
but reality set in
and never saved us from the end
Make your own, make your own way home
and I'll go back
when all of you are gone
and it's time we fess up
lets re-build here
Free from your deciet, and the blackened memories
Trace it all back
all the misteps
and the facts
tell me what we have
had changed enough from what is passed
And I'll seek
the life
left behind

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