You hold the phone, your hands are shaking
The number’s wrong, but it seems right
Your mind is gone, it’s not surprising
After the dawn, after the night
Halfway home
Life in the mirror is all I want
Just to get back
My memory’s long
The hope’s that it isn’t what I own
But what I lack
On this balance beam, tipping over
Time turns tirelessly, but not fast enough
You hold the phone, your hands are shaking
The number’s wrong, of course it’s right
Your mind is gone, it’s unsurprising
After the dawn, after the night
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