I painted pictures of us
In shadows, on pains of glass
Your words were gentle stones
I feel this shatter around me
Buildings of a deserted city
Falling away
Maybe this will come back to me
Maybe this will be given back to me
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The city will have new walls
The shadows will have names
And shimmer into shape
Maybe this will be given back to me
Come back to me
All my hope is who you are
Not how you answer what we are
All my hope is who you are
Not how you answer