An swer me, don't follow me
You won't ask for an answer
Trails of joy and days of mercy
Like raisins on the floor
I leave behind the lines of wishing
Too alone to follow me, yeah
You know me so thoroughly
Have you asked for the answer
You broke the line to make your mission
Never helped to make me less sad
I'm leaving so low, so solemnly
No loss could bother me, yeah
Please, don't ask me for the answer
Traces of love and wails of mercy
Flat prisons on the floor
I've left behind the lines of wishing leaving
True love, not on my knees,
so don't ask for an answer else
Trails of pain and ways of missing
Never have to make me listen
To love, to follow me, yeah
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