In a city where I walk where I once knew the walls,
I knew them by name
On the corner we spoke of a lingering hope
we’d be there some day
I grew through soil, through the tremor and toil
of my fathers name
I was a man in the mild and a boy through the bile,
you could say the same
Oh for all I knew was once in the center,
and now we stand as one of a feather and we bleed
The street now runs cold and in a moment I’ll fold
and lay down what was mine
I’ve slain the divine
It was in the steeple I sought the one thing that brought
me to a new refrain
The history of hope, an abandoned old trope
from our fathers domain
I once knew his name
Who knew that I’d find her again in the center
The place I was alone while we’re crowded together by the sea
The shadows laid fine against her innocent mind
as I turned to grey
I’ll find you again in the heart of the weather
and I’ll say at last can we be together
Once again
TUMULTUARY 
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