LYRIC

It was red and we danced
At the pulpit where you stand
I'm far too gone by now

And the light that I saw
That was it, nothing more
And all these games

Life goes on behind, beyond the pines

Through the haze of the whispers
Past the shades, we were distant
And I spoke

Life goes on behind, beyond the pines
Silence grows beside, beyond the pines

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