A dim light in a passage of black
What can I do to win you back?
A worn-out and cold face
The memory still remains
Rising is the vicious beast,
Dying is a heart at need,
And crying is my only deed
Write in a language you may read
When darkness grows the light will fade
When lightning falls I'm blown away
Amidst the flash of whitened days
What can't be seen can't be swayed
What can I do to win your heart back?
What can be done for our love to last?
I've embraced the blind
They saw a blessing of mine
We stared in a spectrum so great
As we marched towards the holy gate
What can I do to win when I lose?
What can be done to forget you?
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