I put the mask back on
Perform but there’s no sun
The words are out but without meaning
A pantomime, back into hiding.
 
I was out in the cold open
Now it’s back to lies - back to men
I glimpsed the truth saw the light
The stars have fallen back to night.
 
Walls collapsed we’re back to walls
Soul is stretched between two worlds
Two sides of love but it’s distorted
Hope? Let’s see where this is headed.

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