Glow from Paraselene by lesser animals

we made these homes in such strange places
remember names and forget faces
we move along and leave no traces
we are alright, there is nothing to gain

waited so long to go outside
the air will hurt to breathe, the sun will burn my skin
in a thousand fires' heated glow
we walked in

memory perches on the thinnest thread
carried on alone by those who built them
we run right out of words we have to spend
we are alright, there is nothing to gain

waited so long to go outside
the air will hurt to breathe the sun will burn my skin
in a thousand fires' heated glow
we walked

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