Your face is haunted...haunted by a shadow of the ghost of one I knew,
You sent a picture from those days in London,
I'm looking at it, but I'm seeing through.

I get the feeling you're just scattering your ashes across the cobblestones and rivers of despair,
I see you running to and from your absolution,
Say a perfect prayer,
Tumble down the stairs.

Your words are fragile...fragile as a memory,
I read one line and I could tell you're running out of places left to run to,
You're running out of any hope to run as well.

I see you flicker in the light of dying candles that line the catacomb cathedrals in the square,
You've done the penance, but you feel no absolution,
Say a perfect prayer,
Tumble down the stairs.

I often wonder if you can see that one day you will find the furthest wall,
Have to turn and face it all,
Running from the bitterness of soul, you couldn't get too far, you know,
You take it where you go,
A burden borne alone breaks you every time you fall.

Retrace your footsteps 'cause you know you're missing something,
Must have misplaced it or forgotten it somewhere,
You play this game of hide and seek with absolution,
Say a perfect prayer,
Tumble down the stairs,
I get the feeling you're just scattering your ashes across the cobblestones and rivers of despair,
I see you running to and from your absolution,
Say a perfect prayer,
Tumble down the stairs,
Retrace your footsteps 'cause you know you're missing something,
Must have misplaced it or forgotten it somewhere,
You play this game of hide and seek with absolution,
Say a perfect prayer,
Tumble down the stairs,
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