Remember me?
I thought you...
I thought you might be here
Descending through
Another cup?
How dare I?...
I watched the world go by
Trailing tired
The glass between
The guillotine
Pebbled walls
The wind calls
The carriers take flights
And chase us home
The glass between
The guillotine
Writer(s): Peter Brewis, David Brewis
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