A whispered you
Seeming veiled from views intent
And hopeless dreams that lent
These features that aspire
Forever and forever
To be what you are
In monuments of parts and lines
Whose seams are tired
As if they might
Show what's inside and see
What is awaiting me
It could shake me from my seat
It's not too late
It's not too late
But you're quietly turning a page
You're put away
A listless smile
Like a mistress filing blame
It wilts back where it came
Its impact never seen
Never into never
Like a broken piece
That's a token least acclaimed
But it's all that's saved
And it's held on tight
For what it might have seen
You never came to me
Just what you'd thought I'd need
To lead me on
To lead me on
But like I was never playing along
You had gone
From me.
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Voices surrounding me
With sterile and costly sounds
Voices surrounding me
With sterile and costly sounds
Voices surrounding me
I don't know where you took me
But I didn't want to leave
What you are
In monuments of parts and lines
Whose seams are tired
As if it might
Show what's inside and see
What is awaiting me
It could shake me from my seat
It's not too late
It's not too late
But like you're quietly turning a page
You're put away
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