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Standing by the roaring sea, I notice figures next to me. I'm not what I used to be, they say. Places I thought held the truth, I'm seeing now a pointless feud. I knew, somehow, I would find you here.

Among the ghosts that surround this place, between the walls in this house of disgrace, I find myself flat on my face again.

Outside a sunny afternoon, but I'm stuck inside this darkened room, and I won't see the silver moon tonight. This misery will not be brief… I'll close my eyes, stop and breathe; I need to find a way to leave you here!

Among the ghosts that surround this place, between the wall in this house of disgrace, I find myself flat on my face again. I built my home on hopeful land, just to find today it's shifting sand, and I can't ignore disaster anymore.

And I can't go on silent any longer! When I can't even breathe for the fear! I wish I could just put out this fire, but I can't fight the flames with my tears.

I can't ignore disaster anymore.

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from With Trembling​.​.​., released October 30, 2009
Words & music by Zack Smith.

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