My heart becomes
The beating drum
And I hear your Song
I see your trail
It’s light; it’s frail
And it leads into the wood
You laugh, you smile;
Though your life is a trial
And now I follow you
I’ll always stay true
My soul’s an empty blue:
It’s broke
Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel
Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you
And now I see
The line of trees
And I feel the breeze
The path: it turns
My choices burn
An echo of my past
The black is near,
For now I fear
That your trail has fin'lly faded
And now I’ve become the hated
What was once infatuated,
Is lost
Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel
Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you
Now time beats on
The dark is wrong
And I long for the dawn
My chains are cold
And I’m growing old
I need them to break
You have the key
But you won’t free me
And now I am fin'lly dying
And what’s worse: I won’t stop crying
So why can’t you just stop lying?
You care
Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel
Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you
Living in borrowed blood
Walking on borrowed laughs
Wading on through the flood, I feel...
...I’m following borrowed hope
Wandering down a slope
As long as I find you,
As long as I find you,
As long as you find me
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
My heart becomes
The beating drum
And I hear your Song
I see your trail
It’s light; it’s frail
And it leads into the wood
You laugh, you smile;
Though your life is a trial
And now I follow you
I’ll always stay true
My soul’s an empty blue:
It’s broke
Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel
Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you
And now I see
The line of trees
And I feel the breeze
The path: it turns
My choices burn
An echo of my past
The black is near,
For now I fear
That your trail has fin'lly faded
And now I’ve become the hated
What was once infatuated,
Is lost
Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel
Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you
Now time beats on
The dark is wrong
And I long for the dawn
My chains are cold
And I’m growing old
I need them to break
You have the key
But you won’t free me
And now I am fin'lly dying
And what’s worse: I won’t stop crying
So why can’t you just stop lying?
You care
Living in borrowed shoes
Walking on borrowed paths
This is the only ruse I feel
Following borrowed Light
Wandering in the night
As long as I find you
Living in borrowed blood
Walking on borrowed laughs
Wading on through the flood, I feel...
...I’m following borrowed hope
Wandering down a slope
As long as I find you,
As long as I find you,
As long as you find me
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