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a sacrifice, a crack in time

we walk on glass, I spin in despair

we dance in the halls of the past, gateways no longer there

to nourish a dream and feel it disappear

we harbour the thought of youth, a bloom no longer here

a ritual to shape the fabric

here’s the place

a familiar scent

a state of mind

going back in time

here I am

waiting for ghosts

and sometimes

they appear

sometimes

they rise

but you are falling, you are falling

you are falling

not flying

but you are drowning, you are drowning

you are drowning

not diving

Alone I Will Travel In Time Tonight

but you are dreaming, you are longing

you are craving

not living

Alone I Will Travel In Time Tonight

here I am waiting for ghosts

here I am waiting

and I wait