Past the roaring shore
I have nothing left to hear
I'm chasing all the words
But everything you say I only see
But honestly it's fine
When I mention how I love you
It's all I do, even as I stray

We have the cold to keep
I'm not sure I still believe
My most is nothing more
Than a place we've been before
We'll draw and drag it on
I'm telling you I'm trying
To hear this out
I want nothing more to doubt
little bit of shame

Which of yourselves is [bad word] gone?
And checked out so long
Unhinged, [bad word] help me on
To let lie what's done
In some great beyond
You're still there, still as you were

At the end of the line
It is as if there's no time at all
Nothing left to win
Every pleasure burned to the wick
Content to be alone
quiet picture drawn each day before it ends
To remind me once again
Why I'm even here

Which of yourselves is [bad word] gone?
And checked out, so long
Unhinged, [bad word] help me on
To let lie what's done
In some great beyond
You're still there, still as you were

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