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And is it said that when you're gone and grown
you can sleep that well alone?
Who can speak that Golden Tone?
It's like waking from the dawn
finding all yr hope is gone
and has left there all alone
to now Listen.
It's in the air whether you're there or not.
It's like sacrificing what you should have thought
to know something.
Set up in a crowded room,
mirror here; all face the gloom.
It's that somebody spoke too soon
and leaves standing.
Place me in the frozen water and don't help me
prove ice rises from the cold.
Let me see
if I could irritate the cold, may I might produce a spark?
We all imitate the dark
with even less understanding.
Let me imitate the innocence
that they carry so well
on their shoulders of might
and let me in.
Let me weaken
from my burden
of old.
Let me reach out
from the dark
and Listen.
Afraid of all this time
and the sin.
Are you all afraid of all this time
and the sin?
Are we all afraid of all this time
and the sin?
~ Glass Of Darkness
a.k.a. Michael Oatman