You know, i opened a door for you
(Beucase of all the wet towels covering your eyes
from what they say is the truth)
I've realised, that
You dont know anything really.
Tell me all your ideas and you did
And when i think of them lets just say,
my fingers go numb in a vivid memory of not as long ago, as you may think.
I hear those words a thousand times over, the ones you said in such a voice
Such a voice that i knew pretty well.
I still hear our feet too,
Although we werent moving
And i still hear ticking
Although i dont own a clock.
Maybe it's because im stuck in piles
Piles of words i never could say
But now regret that a little
This wasnt too long ago, i hope you know
I could only hear, because it was so dark
In my eye was one thing though
Of corse it was, the only sight i wanted at this point in time
As i listen to what i remember hearing,
My fingertips go numb
And i dont
I'm stuck in piles of wet towels
And im in between these thick thick walls.
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