how long how long before it's time to go
we'd invent a language of our own that we don't have to know
we could see the world
we could spend the time
we could wrong the rights
we pretend to know the lives we only show by night
i'll wear the mask of my father
but he will know it's me
'cause he's seen the things he always kept from me
he always let me sleep
once you asked me what i thought i'd do if i couldn't see
he didn't say the only one i'm imvisible to was me
i'll wear the mask of my father
but you know me by name
by the light of the candle he burned,
we will sin the same
it's not a question of right
it's not a question of wrong
it's not a question of sight
it's not a question of song
it's not a question of holy ghosts and overcrowded rooms
it's a question of you
it's a question of you
how long, how long before it's time to go

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