Revisions by Clea Anaïs

Changed like a reptile in the shifting light
Tongue unraveling new illusions
Were these true colours, or was I deceived
Did they just pop, against your new backdrop

I fold over revision revision revision revision revision revision
And in each version I ask what could have been

You wanted to keep the control
You said you loved me
Said we were chasing the gold
But your eyes, they stayed shaded

To go back to the pause
In the quiet snow
I remember what your love was
Soft in the cold
A broken smile
Gentle hands
You were just a man

You wanted to keep the control
You said you loved me
Said we were chasing the gold
But your eyes, they stayed shaded

I fold over revision revision revision revision revision
And in each version I ask what could have been

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