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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