you're swimming down rivers of mirrors
staring up the eyes of strangers
the flesh is not strong and the walls are too long
you've been searching for someplace you can belong
waiting for the train you lie awake in bed
dreaming of the dreams to bring back the dead-Nausher
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
you're swimming down rivers of mirrors
staring up the eyes of strangers
the flesh is not strong and the walls are too long
you've been searching for someplace you can belong
waiting for the train you lie awake in bed
dreaming of the dreams to bring back the dead-Nausher
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