[Bob Catley]
They were taking small pains
To not make him realize
Made him feel he's different
Through and through

A monster in his own way
Communicative quarantine
Unleashed on the world without a clue

Surrounded by the ghosts of paling pictures
They come and slip away

[Both]
Vivid memories roll and spin
If only they would suck me in

We're going up like fire in
Just the blink between the dream
And the memories and the embers
Of what we'd hoped it all would be

Breathing odour of lavender
And it's all coming back to me
Wish I didn't fail to say those
Words before you'd have to leave
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