It is told
That when the sun goes down
The words unfold
The garden's walls
Within them all your possible mistakes
And flaws
Can you see your face reflected in the trees?
Or hear your voice in the stirring of the bees?
To recognize between the lines
The indicators of a waking dream
We can't start anew
We are on night six hundred two
The words wrap around you
Seems like a game
Where divergent versions of truth compete
For your attention
I've run out of tales to ease your dreams
But you're set on believing in imaginary things
To walk the line, so thin so fine
The mask beneath the face, one and the same
We'll never see
The sun set on night six hundred three
Tonight is labyrinthine
When paths converge
We chase their words
Hear them over and over and over and over and over again
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It is told
That when the sun goes down
The words unfold
The garden's walls
Within them all your possible mistakes
And flaws
Can you see your face reflected in the trees?
Or hear your voice in the stirring of the bees?
To recognize between the lines
The indicators of a waking dream
We can't start anew
We are on night six hundred two
The words wrap around you
Seems like a game
Where divergent versions of truth compete
For your attention
I've run out of tales to ease your dreams
But you're set on believing in imaginary things
To walk the line, so thin so fine
The mask beneath the face, one and the same
We'll never see
The sun set on night six hundred three
Tonight is labyrinthine
When paths converge
We chase their words
Hear them over and over and over and over and over again
That when the sun goes down
The words unfold
The garden's walls
Within them all your possible mistakes
And flaws
Can you see your face reflected in the trees?
Or hear your voice in the stirring of the bees?
To recognize between the lines
The indicators of a waking dream
We can't start anew
We are on night six hundred two
The words wrap around you
Seems like a game
Where divergent versions of truth compete
For your attention
I've run out of tales to ease your dreams
But you're set on believing in imaginary things
To walk the line, so thin so fine
The mask beneath the face, one and the same
We'll never see
The sun set on night six hundred three
Tonight is labyrinthine
When paths converge
We chase their words
Hear them over and over and over and over and over again
Writer: Sophie Gordon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid