All be there

In a quiet distant part
There's a place it's called a heart
For a broken twist of time
You meet me there
You may listen to the lies
You may float in empty skies
For a broken twist of time
We'll all be there

'Heed the bride', she told me
I dreamt of grinding bones
The voices in the corner
oh, they all felt so alone
I feed the archetypes, I talk the stolen lines

See the light she gave me
It felt like dead inside
The voices in the corner
knew more than I could fight
I feed the archetypes, I talk the stolen lines

Make a home she told me
Then I just turned away
Left the choices to the corner
Amusement to the show
I feed the archetypes, I talk the stolen lines


(c) 2007 by Markus Hofmann