You Danced With Borrowed Feet through Times Of Borrowed Days with The Promise Of A Try to The Rhythm Of A Lie then A Sound Was To Be Heard a Song That I Had To Learn you Sang With An Alien Voice, in The Midst Of Your Hearts Own Noise
the Song Was Yours the Song Was
you Danced Too Long With No Face borrowed Too Many Days then The Borrowed Feet Failed and The Voice Became Frail your Whispered Weak To The Night; 'tuck Me In I Am Tired' and The Night Put Over His Coat, that Strangled The Sound Of Each Note
this Song Is Yours the Song Is
they Say You Left Behind nothing But A Troubled Mind for All Who's Left To Cry Over but Tears Can Turn To Gold when Something Of Our Own is Brought To Sight