When the train passes by
And the moon's up so high
I sit and I breathe
And quietly I read
Waiting and suffering
Hiding in between
All of my lost dreams
And I pray for the candle to keep on flickering
Flickering
The wax burning down
Drip
Drip
Drip
A tear falls
Into the ocean
And doesn't make a ripple
Drip
Drip
Drip
Would you say goodbye?
YOU ARE READING
Endogenous
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