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Ghost Writer Words: David Burr Music: David Burr, Jody Dietz Shaped a union many years before Lost a little, but remained at shore Tossing shivers, meadows disappear Bottle up the dreams, there's nothing here To stand on your own again And learn how the world lives And we drown alone inside a solemn stare It's inside the stone Separate the pain And we coast along with silent nerves aware Of every stale turn Nothing fits into place Wedged between the worlds once called home Puzzled by the outside's afterthoughts Brilliant lights were the forever edge Until the day it all burned down Can we hold the dream again? Can we find it again? And we fall apart without each other there We block ourselves from what we do to ourselves We just avoid the conflict for the fear We might not return to what once led us here |