The Turn
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Can you feel the demise? The distance
Pushed apart now we're picking sides
Our words become a plea when the absurd become obscene
Say this isn't real
It's gotten colder, the turn of my neighbour's shoulder
The heartstrings are wearing thin
I've asked too much of every friend
Where do we go from here, when all we know is fear?
As compassion subsides
We're fearful and restless
These lies, they bring the end
They're the death of us
Say this isn't real
It's gotten colder, the turn of my neighbour's shoulder
The heartstrings are wearing thin
I've asked too much of every friend
Where do we go from here, when all we know is fear?
The sinking teeth are pulling apart our skin
They push past the surface, now we separate within
We're forgetting the feeling of body heat
The warmth in connection
Say it isn't real
It's gotten colder, the turn of my neighbour's shoulder
The heartstrings are wearing thin
I've asked too much of every friend
Where do we go from here, when all we know is fear?