Forms

You sit alone there's a lump in my throat Like a tangible ghost standing on the wall beside me There's truth in my body but it's just another copy Of the one we all believe in Of the one we all believe in It's the strangest type of reason To let the naked eye lead us When it dries is it stained in my mind? Can you do something? Will it prove something? And all the time when you're caught in your lies You know it shows So how can you begin once more? It makes my bones just a little sore You're ten years too slow as you watch it unfold Catching stars from the soul on a foreign string of gold You try to ignore what the flame's done before Like the one we'd all believe in Like the one we'd all believe in Like the one we'd all believe in Like the one we'd all believe in