Tekster: The Gathering. The West Pole. All You Are.

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I sit scared
Your eyes blend into me and then I take in the room
Dark and cold, you are atmosphere
I wonder who you are, where are you from?

And I watch
All that you are
I want to hide
How did I end up here alone?

I sit scared
I dart my eyes about pretending I don't care
Time and place I embrace the sanity
I'm wondering why am I still here?
I lose the race
Your eyes meet mine, a fleeting glimpse

And I watch
All that you are
I want to hide
How did I end up here alone?

I've heard every word you have ever said, every story told

And I watch all that you are
I want to hide
How did I end up here alone?

I've heard every word you have said, every story told
I lose the race
Your eyes meet mine, a fleeting glimpse