They don’t see as much as we do
With eyes open, with light shining
They don’t know where to go or who to be when the sun’s gone
They are forever lost in the haunted black
And I try to see as much as I can in the dark
Notice the difference between shadows and stars
To follow the path that’s glimmering on
In front our blind-folded scars
I try to hear every step I give, but my heart beats louder than my feet
I can dream your presence here, near my knees
And you’re making them tremble, making me lose my tempo
Holding me back from where I belong
I hope you’ll soon get to see all there is to see
And see what’s behind block colors and pastel walls
And find out that patterns and stripes
Won’t keep you behind enemy lines
But rather throw you into war,
Crash you inside the bloody fields of smoke
And young wounded souls
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