الكلمات الأصلية
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Step down from the missing stair
And sit up in the empty chair
An illusion of influence
Painted on the ceiling
It’s not like you were ever there
Sick hearts for a healthy prayer
Could it be so obvious
It’s so unappealing
Up to the waiting room
I know we never had time
To say goodbye
The flowers never bloom
When it’s the vase that decides
We’re inside
And now it’s closing in
Take the lift to the basement
Where they call it enslavement
Don’t tell me to be patient
Always looking for something
Why can’t it just be one thing
Nothing more than an upswing
I'm swinging up
Hide the note in the corner
Maybe it’ll be warmer
When the Sun comes I’ll warn her
Thirty days till eleven
I never learned my lesson
And I’ll see you fluorescent
A trial inside the tomb
All for the turn of the tides
We’re inside
The flowers never bloom
When it’s the vase that decides
We’re inside
Up to the waiting room
I know we never had
