Before the Touch

(ahhhh) The shadow stretches thin upon the stone

A frost that creeps inside the brittle bone

You watched the parade from a distant hill

But now the finger touches,

damp and still

Was every path a circle in the grey?

Did you sell the dawn to buy another day? (ooh-ooh)

Now the

ice is kissing your skin Where do the memories begin?

Did you live just to watch it all break?

(answer to yourself!)

Self-deception was a comfortable shield

Now the final harvest waits in the field

Will you simply cease to be?

Will you see a god?

Will it all just end?

(no!) (no!) One thing for sure,

You will become the stardust beneath another wall