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[Pre-Chorus]

I sit here still,

At the quiet bottom of my soul’s lake,

Wondering what new tale I should make.

But it’s no tale at all,

It’s more like a drama,

Yet written down,

It reads more like a parody in panorama.

[Verse 1]

The spider of gloom

Weaves castles in the air,

Enmeshes my mind,

But can’t cover my care.

Wine spilt across the table,

In its glass,

I force a faint smile to show,

Though I know,

What he holds in his grasp…

[Pre-Chorus]

I sit here still,

At the quiet bottom of my soul’s lake,

Wondering what new tale I should make.

But it’s no tale at all,

It’s more like a drama,

Yet written down,

It reads more like a parody in panorama.

[Chorus]

Soft,

Crumbly is the cheese,

Above,

The prodigal moonlight gleams.

I write from the heart,

But my words smudge and freeze.

A merry flame flickers,

But the candle’s light wanes,

Inside, the child silently cries,

The last virtue remains.

[Verse 2]

As the play unfolds,

From these painted hues I saw,

I’ve drawn a picture,

In a world where true shades withdraw.

But why should I write tragedy

When you all know my life,

If you understand the comedy,

You’ll know what causes my strife...

[Chorus]

Soft,

Crumbly is the cheese,

Above,

The prodigal moonlight gleams.

I write from the heart,

But my words smudge and freeze.

A merry flame flickers,

But the candle’s light wanes,

Inside, the child silently cries,

The last virtue remains.

[Chorus]

Soft,

Crumbly is the cheese,

Above,

The prodigal moonlight gleams.

I write from the heart,

But my words smudge and freeze.

A merry flame flickers,

But the candle’s light wanes,

Inside, the child silently cries,

The last virtue remains.

[Outro]

I sit here still,

At the quiet bottom of my soul’s lake,

Wondering what new tale I should make.