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SecretsI don't sense that time is passingI don't hear leaves start to fall Unaware of seasons changing I'm still oblivious to it all And though a storm is raging And rain begins to fall I don't feel the wind I don't feel the wind When all the words fell from my lips And scattered on the floor Amidst the dust and debris lie The secrets of it all I no longer feel the wind I won't ever feel again So I won't need to explain All the doubts that still remain inside our hearts I don't feel the wind I spent a decade on the run I escaped from nothing and no one Not the twisted wreckage of The dusty barren landscape I'd become Extended metaphor for us I'll take a hammer to your trust False starts, make amends I'm underwater with the bends Till there's nothing to discuss One moment of time slipped away And both of our lives Changed forever Forever |