Lyrics
I don't wanna believe baby
We lost
And I don't wanna concede
The cost (Of this)
Where will I turn to
When you cut me off
Can't cast a light when your shadow haunts
The passage forth
Obstructing my path
Oh the less we speak (Oh the less we speak)
The more I feel I've woken from a dream
Good god, It's like I finally see
Perfection is the loss of sanity
And my peace, might mean more to me
Writer(s): Alan Booth
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