It's all happening.
It's all starting again.
So cover your hair in your eyes.
I am sorry I didn't notice him,
Standing there.
He's over behind the books.
Startling man,
His mouth's wide open.
But there's no sound coming from his throat.
Faceless man, we woo to you.
Little, speechless mouth wide open.
But there's no sound coming from his throat.
I'm playing around with dirty finger,
It's getting to the point again.
We're all going to perish out loud.
That only you and I could hear,
The wind will blow us over.
Walking, radiating.
The wind it's creating a pitch.
Let it sing, let it sing
Let it sing to you in hell
Let 'em sing, let 'em sing
Let 'em sing to you in hell
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Shadows exaggerate them.
Shadows cannot hold hands