Seamus

Like an echo

Seamus
Oh, my cymbaline
I am too sick in these days to find
You've said "we have to go"
And now we stay walking in circles around
I fought for good
Set the fire asleep in our hands
Asleep in ourselves
The reasons why I help you

I never thought I was afraid
I am here but you were late

But in your own green eyes
You see stars and skies
And you can see my scars
I'm the cigar in your mouth
And I feel so ashamed
I'm the messenger in your phone
In your head
And in your own scars

Look it by a wide screen
A wide window open to the street
It's an exposed feeling from
Your dark side of the fake nowhere
Footsteps on a dark floor
Somewhere in an uneasy way to run
Way to run, way to run, way to run!

Then, everything comes to an end
Then we'll be in the end
Then we'll be in there
And I'll don't even remember how you are
I hope don't fall in love with you again

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