It’s your silhouette, your face is blurred.
We’re only hurting those who want to hurt
Closer
In the shadows your form is perfect
Perhaps that’s where you ought to stay.

Denied by light, your face is blurred.
There you could be my dream and not my life
Safer
You wouldn’t reach me there, this shrinks me
They made my bed so I should lie alone.

Your face is blurred, I’ll regret that.
I don’t want to turn and see a ghost
Closer
Don’t tell me I’m too late, my eyes won’t focus
I see you but I fear I’m nearly blind.

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