It’s too late to start over again.
The ashes are cold in the fireplace.
I can’t even remember when
I could picture your face.
The ashes are cold in the fireplace.
I remember what you told me
although I can’t picture your face.
“There is no guarantee.”
I remember what you showed me
in the embers of the wood.
You gave me no guarantee.
I’m sure I understood.
In the embers of the wood
I saw your disguise.
I’m sure I understood
all the truth, all the lies.
I saw your disguise—
I can’t even remember when.
All the truth, all the lies.
It’s too late to start over again.
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