You got caught with love in the hand
Blinded by the sun and the steel
Nothing but the sound of the feel
The blood sweat and tears
I knew it but I see it at last
And now it's like climbing the walls
All I see, the smell of the smoke
The tears that they choke
Honoring the day you stepped in
Image of him touching your hand
Thought of it as just innocence
Never saw that picture with me
Now this fly is climbing the walls
All I see are ashes, the pain
For the times we once had
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