We would be ashes. We would be silent and old. We would be wisdom. We would be left in the cold. . When we were dancing. I saw the look in your eyes. Now we are strangers.
Lately I find I've been walking on tightropes. That stretch through my mind in the spaces I don't know. I've walked and I've fallen. So many times I don't notice now.
We would be ashes. We would be silent and old. We would be wisdom. We would be left in the cold. . When we were dancing. I saw the look in your eyes. Now we are strangers.