I down the last thought of you,
I close the windows in this room.
To every pulse, a bit delay –
Better sleep than facing
All that needs time of day.
The plans on paper faded grey
Along with words I meant to say.
You could end this year of loss –
If you’re true I take back
All of the coins I’ve tossed.
Since you have made up your mind,
It’s my turn to convince you otherwise.
There is communion
Standing before you –
We could start over
Back to Hollowville.
Bags are packed to leave this town
Cause no one’s left to come around.
I’m on the roads that promise more –
More is good unless your
Havings break through the floor.
Since you have made up your mind,
It’s my turn to convince you otherwise.
There is communion
Standing before you –
We could start over
Back to Hollowville.
There is allegiance
In the land of illusions.
It’ll be the last time
I see you fall away.