In the midst of all the chaos, in the midst of all the storm.
Her conversation rivets me to a place where I was born.
Surrounded by suggestion, from her eyes and from her smile.
Transformation for a while.

Lift the gates of this broken why, reveal my soul of a lonely cry.
A record played and a record scorn. A record simply tired and worn.

Gifted by a fairytale, elected by a rose.
Ample time to carry on in a fashion way to old.

Lift the gates of this broken why, reveal my soul of a lonely cry.
A record played and a record scorn. A record simply tired and worn.

Worn out of town, worn out of this frown.
Worn out livin on the topside of down.
Worn out of town, worn out of this frown.
Worn out livin on the topside of down.

Time has made a resting place and time has made me cold.
It's time I trade it all for gold.

Lift the gates of this broken why, reveal my soul of a lonely cry.
A record played and a record scorn. A record simply tired and worn.
Simply tired and worn, simply tired and worn.

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