Curtains drawn, wishful thinking
From behind, a rusty, tattered screen
Broken dreams, childhood visions
Make me think of where I might have been
Carpeted hallways and two overstuffed chairs
Dim conversations with microscope stares
Somewhere else, somehow
Someway, someday
Worn out streets, tinted dirty
Looking like an old time photograph
Washed in sepia, void of color
Fallen men who look through rear glass
Do

V sven


You


bay


That all
we
loved
as
yet
nights

Here
he
has

his


i
leave
town
soon
Oh yeah
sounds great

It's still a minute
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