William Fitzsimmons. Gold in the Shadow. Fade And Then Return. Zeneszám

I've been locked out for twenty years or so
What is this age on me now
If memory serves then I should recognize
This staring glass

My legs so frail like I haven't stood in years
This gait so wrong
I crawl towards you, familiar I would swear
Though name escapes me now

Fade and then return
Fade and then return

Like baby's breath I'm holding on to air
My lung's a thief
Should I know you? A stranger though you seem
You feel like home

Fade and then return
Fade and then return
Fade and then return
Fade and then return
What covers over you?