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You’re running high, I’m running low
It’s time to leave, I have to go
I took my chance, perhaps I lost
Or maybe things are as they must
This castle made of sand will fall
And sand that’s left shall bury all
Undream this dream and start again
A search so seemingly in vain

The wind is blowing things unknown
Birds start to sing a backwards song
All life in genes withdraws and dies
All things undoing, breaking ties
My heart is glowing in the dark
I see you first then loses spark
With flatline beats continues on
And then it’s dark, and then it’s gone.