Can a lost language speak
With clarity?
Can lost pennies steal
Your prosperity?
It's a dead choir that you're admiring
Holes in the fabric no one will notice
Lost as we are, these are the songs
Glow in the dark, these are the songs
Deep in your mind
Memories of Hyde
Flash your vision
Out in the light
Long for retreat
Beneath your skin
Blind spots will cast
Head turning lure
Solve the mystery
Far down the road
Shimmer in sight
Feel unworthy