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Strangers in the dark again
Lovers on the midnight train
Staring into a sea of black
Running from the beaten track
Whispers in the starry dark
Caressing the wrinkled bark
The skin of toiled hands
Quick to make ammends
Of promises gone wrong
Pretending to be strong
While others believe
Sit silent and grieve
None will know your pain
Strangers in the dark ... again
I've seen the ships way up high
Floating fishes in the sky
Casting shadows from where I lay
Amidst the dust of burning clay
This hellish portrait of memories
Struggling unto blackened knees
I smear the paint from my face
Severe the binds to this place
Revelling in reality of pain
Striking immortality in twain
Through gaping wound the water flows
The only witness the carrion crows
Through droplets of burning blood
The ashes turn to scarlet mud
My eyes open but do not see
Empty reflections of you and me
Only forgotten dreams flying high
Turning into fishes in the sky
Look to the sky, the moon up far
Mindless, oblivious to us below
Look to the sky, the northern star
Dancing from spires two in a row
Bring my gun, son, it's time to go
The pauper, the jack, and king have flown
Bring my gun, friend, away I go
This alley, this filth too long I've known
When born the hand never descended
To wake me from these dreams
Now the pain, myself I've offended
The truth despoiled it seems
Look to the sky, my last farewell
The August moon has stopped her run
Look to the sky, my soul I sell
Papa just bought a brand new gun
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