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Cold air on my skin
Digital waves begin
I walk through rooms of glass
They shatter slow at last
Your voice is on repeat
A ghost inside the street
The moon is made of blue
I fade away with you
I try to hold the light
It slips into the night
Falling through the dream you left behind
I dont feel the weight of my own mind
The ceiling turns to open sky
I close my eyes and learn to fly
The hallway has no end
A mirror bends and bends
I count the seconds gone
But time is moving on
Your face is in the smoke
I breathe until I choke
I reach for something real
But nothing I can feel
Falling through the dream you left behind
I dont feel the weight of my own mind
The ceiling turns to open sky
I close my eyes and learn to fly
Soft and slow
Let me go
Drift below
Let me go
Falling through the dream you left behind
I dont feel the weight of my own mind
The ceiling turns to open sky
I close my eyes and learn to fly