So you heard the delicate melody and wondered if it could be real
Better than the love of a false and cruel one who leaves at first light
I was once in the shadow of a faded cloudy day that never relented
They set a watchman upon the distant hill, and he often would cry out
If we might pursue more surely, might believe in the confidence of the false
They may one day write a book of your life, so what would you want it to read?
Fragments, scattered gibberish, smiles, tears, delusions, aching
Had it been truer, it might have been lilies on the outside, a rose deep within
Sits the king on his highest throne, silent in his judgments
We were all much happier before we gave our approval to being subjected
All in the name of safety, security, another sunrise or two
Standing here all those years later, do you feel more secure
Or merely more entombed?
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