Father now,
Listen close.
You have become
Another ghost
Just like me.
Just like me
The flowers fall
From your glass.
The bitter taste.
The girl is back
In dancing lights
In dancing lights.
In dancing lights
The flowers fall.
The bitter taste.
The glass is full.
An empty hand.
An empty hand.
An empty set
Of colors crawl
Through the door
Into the hall.
The knife is dull.
The knife is dull.
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