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Our endless ruins
Our continuous fool
We'll build onto you
And watch it fall again
We can't see our doom
We like to think we'd last
We'll latch onto you
And pretend we don't fear
Everything behind me
Is nothing but lost
Everything in front of me
Is the coming cost
Our endless ruse
We pretend to be fools
And let ourselves be used
Until we fail again
We can't see our doom
It's in front of our feet
We'll cling to the dunes
Of this sand rising to our chins
Everything behind me
Is ntohing but lost
Everything in front of me
Is the coming cost
Sometimes we disappear
I feel like a voice
Lost somewhere on the phone
Lines across the country side
She must know I'm nothing
Because she always says,
"I see right through you,"
Because I'm empty air
I put the past behind me
But it runs to keep up
I won't look back now
But it's a fool's run
I put my past behind me
I let it fade to specks
I'm running at full speed
To leave it to its destiny
Sometimes I feel like
Nothing but a voice over the phone