I can't see the other face of the world
Standing in someone else's life
Like rusted nails we're breaking down
The whisky runs dry -
I see it written on the wall
A Braille only you can feel -
I push in the chair
Leave
You have no good bye
Lost somewhere amongst the crowds
Is she a face you see past the doubts
As you run
She waits alone in the bar -
There's nothing I can do
Nothing I can say to make you
Understand
She walks slowly to the door
Do you remember what was left behind
And I -
Fall to my knees ,
Like a rusted dream it falls apart
Braille on the wall
I'm writing this letter to you
I know you hear me
Whisky runs dry
No good bye
Don't tell me
I'm not
A face in the crowd
As she leaves the bar
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