When your working is done
And you have nothing left to lose
Why don't you just roll away that stone that's locked you up?
When your pattern is full
And it feels like there's no place to land
When will you all run out of gas?
Yeah, it happened so fast
Leaving town for sell to pal
I recall only nights
That we built with our hands and feet
Making peace with the voice in our head
That ghost just stop - Won't lie dead
It just bleeds
Let the prophet rebound
Let his riddle rub on to my pride
I'm just too hollow inside
Let it echo in time
Just to get it through my head and mouth
Through the gorgeous light of the sun
And which I could never outrun
Even if my perdition were just in front
The sun's got my shine
The sun's got my pride
I could run
But I'd never live without your light
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