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The questions you ask
have answers hard to find.
They murmur in your sleep.
The answers you search
I didn't want to know,
For in the distance the house bathed
And the darkened fur,
It whispers out
our names.
For even as we bathe
in this light that holds so many colours,
Something calls out.
Little boy lost with stolen dreams,
How do I show you
what goes on
around you?
For in this life
there are so many shades,
And they dance around you.
The questions you ask have answers many.
The questions you ask
will hang forever.
They clang and contrast and make no sense at all.
So open your eyes and we'll see it again.
This light that holds so many colours,
Be like the first time.
Always
like the first time.
We'll see it again now.
This light that holds so many colours,
Be like the first time.
Always like the first time.
And we played so long,
Rode our bikes through that dappled light,
Unaware of what was chasing,
The wind rushing through our hair,
We were so far ahead.
Now I walk along,
Listening over my shoulder,
Listening for memories
and hope.
We'll see it again now.
This light that holds so many colours,
Be like the first time.
Always like the first time.
We'll see it again now.
This light that holds so many colours,
Be like the first time.
Always like the first time.