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The thread in the cloth and the all that was lost
Were the foot stool at the base of your throne
Your bangs and sunglasses, landmarks on the atlas
Our eyes follow the path that led you from home

The horizon has become a wall
You need a higher stone to stand
You are allowed back by all
We offer you every hand
Is there a shining star? Is there a northern light?
Traverse through in solitude and only rest at the height of the night

Lift your chin, the bound’s not far
The journey home is always short
As mirrors hold memories
And the woman you can never be again

Or I will leave you
With my stone
So you can watch as you’re left alone
Is this bed not warm?

Yes, I will leave you
With my stone and home and nothing more
So you can watch yourself be left alone
Is this bed not warm?

You rebel, you scoundrel
I loved you, you hound me
You whine and you beg as you scratch at the foot of my bed
Misfortune has not seen the last of you yet
Nor have I

I still need a place to lay my head
But will have to choose the right side instead
There is no angel here
But a demon at the other ear
I’ll live in fear

Or I will leave you
With my stone
So you can watch as you’re left alone
Is this bed not warm?

Yes, I will leave you
With my stone and home and nothing more
So you can watch yourself be left alone
Is this bed not warm?

Then I will hold you through the end
So your body never shivers again
So lift your chin, the bound’s not far
The journey home is always short
As mirrors hold memories
And the woman you can never be again

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