Jim:
Told your tale
I heard that you were suffering
I did not listen
Sun on my back
The city worn
Blood on my back
The city sighs
Garrett:
Told your tale, so stop waiving your arms.
I know you're tired and scared of the dark but the night is rolling in and we've been sitting still for far too long. You thought it was alright to set off on course with no direction from stars.
Don't you see where we are?
This time I think I've lost my mind. I visioned us alive not just a waste of time.
The sun had sucked you dry and when the waves crashed in to dissolve your soul all they found was a hole.
I thought you were alright but you wore it out.
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