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Part VIII, "Blue Ribbon", in which our hero begins to process the trauma she has endured.
lyrics
You’re not simply feeling things, it’s all real
You’re not simply seeing things, it’s all real
You’re not simply hearing things, it’s all real
You’re not simply thinking things, oh oh oh
She ties a blue ribbon in her hair
And loses feeling in her fingers
Winter weather starts to fall
Bridging up your feelings
You’re not simply feeling things, it’s all real
You’re not simply seeing things, it’s all real
You’re not simply hearing things, it’s all real
You’re not simply thinking things, oh oh oh
Witness watching in the air
One who wakes the living dead
And one day we’ll all become
Ethereal in our heads
Perhaps you’re just seeing things, could it be?
Perhaps you’re just hearing things, pour quoi me?
Perhaps you’re just thinking things, but, you see
You’re never simply feeling things
They’ll welcome her with open arms
Chew her up and forget to swallow
Watching, waiting, once again
Hair falling, becoming hollow
I’d never admit it, not to you
I’d never consider it, that’s not true
But perhaps I’ve been thinking things, in my head
Perhaps it was real this time, so I hid in my bed
Perhaps all the visions that haunted me for days
Perhaps all the people who never gave me praise
Perhaps the sensations I ignored
Perhaps the revelations were foretold
Perhaps I’ve been missing every single sign
Perhaps I’ve been loving far too hard this time
And perhaps she could see it through my eyes
Just one last effort to disguise the lies
Perhaps this old fabric was my only guise
Perhaps
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from
Present Becomes The Past,
released December 17, 2016
Samples Still Sane by Lorde. Contains vocals by Starla Insigna.
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