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Alone, in a studio room,
constant chatter on the other side,
through the precipiceâ¦a door.
Just me and you, it's Tuesday morning
but I can't help but notice you've got bags under your eyes.
Did
you
get
any
sleep
last
night? I asked myself inside.
Yet still expecting a reply.
I was too scared to break the silence,
so I ventured for the pastels.
Turning back I see you holding your hands, like they're so cold.
Another enters posing questions in your immediate direction.
The same way I ask myself,
Is
this
a
new
song
for
an
old
friend?
I visualize an image in my head
where everything is simple,
and exactly how it should be.
But you could never think like me,
obsessive passions cloud your thoughts.
Rationale ceases to emit, raw emotion covering it.
- Album:
- Prejudice