My old wooden chair
In amongst the flames
Alone
I clear my throat to speak
but I can't say a word
not one.
This girl knew my name,
on a wooden bridge
the water rose.
Woke up on the floor
Poison in my blood
And I'm missing you..
My old wooden chair,
in amongst the crowd,
Alone.
If I can't tap my foot,
to an honest tune
I'll run.
I took a leap
Across the creek
the water rose.
Woke up in the sea
With poison in my blood
And I'm missing you..
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