Way up high in the treetops
the cool damp fog I lose my edge
self destructive wreckage
burns below choking out light

There's no hands left to hold
got to go this alone
learning things the hard way again

The looking glass has been raised
there's nothing out there in the seas of sand
I know I've pushed you away

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