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Lightbulbs Of Grace
I've followed a road I thought was truthful
But at the exit I didn't meet people I already knew
Red light blinks, heart drumbeat thinks
Will you be back to that place you used to hate?
Left behind like all those other lost souls
Our bodies will pay the debt we owe to long lost shame
To never be found, to discover the already known
Fertilize these thriving gardens that cover my sight
Unlit and smiling at the dark part of the mirror
Helpless rainy days and nights of winter
Will you be back to that place you used to hate?
Left behind like all those forsaken lightbulbs
Our bodies will pay the debt we owe to lustless grace
To never be known, to discover the already found
How would you feel behind these curtains of shineless gold?
How would you feel running away from your sins of greed?
So bold, so cold, so known
This place has yet been found again
A wooden shadow rots in a new heaven street
Disarmed and out of time, but not out of bliss
You came back just to know where you came from
Will you be back home soon?
Left behind like all those other shiny particles, exchanging charges
Out souls have yet to learn that they're so endless
To be somehow loved, to discover yourself again
To discover yourself again
To discover yourself again
But at the exit I didn't meet people I already knew
Red light blinks, heart drumbeat thinks
Will you be back to that place you used to hate?
Left behind like all those other lost souls
Our bodies will pay the debt we owe to long lost shame
To never be found, to discover the already known
Fertilize these thriving gardens that cover my sight
Unlit and smiling at the dark part of the mirror
Helpless rainy days and nights of winter
Will you be back to that place you used to hate?
Left behind like all those forsaken lightbulbs
Our bodies will pay the debt we owe to lustless grace
To never be known, to discover the already found
How would you feel behind these curtains of shineless gold?
How would you feel running away from your sins of greed?
So bold, so cold, so known
This place has yet been found again
A wooden shadow rots in a new heaven street
Disarmed and out of time, but not out of bliss
You came back just to know where you came from
Will you be back home soon?
Left behind like all those other shiny particles, exchanging charges
Out souls have yet to learn that they're so endless
To be somehow loved, to discover yourself again
To discover yourself again
To discover yourself again
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