I saw you in a photograph.
The answer is in your eyes.
To everything else we left behind.
You're hiding inside a perfect life.
I'm hearing you whisper alibis.
But there's no light behind me.
The stains of blood on the floor
The time is drawing near.
Turns like a knife inside me.
I've never wanted it more.
The walls are moving closer now.
This feeling won't wash away.
"There's nobody here. Just walk away."
I'm hearing you whisper alibis.
There's a shadow that we cast aside,
In the blood that we left behind.
I've never wanted it more.
There was never any light behind.
Feel it turn like a knife inside me.
I've never wanted it more.
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