Old leaden spires
Holding back the beast
Trapped in this place
I just stand and stare
Ghost of the shires
Singing songs to me
With feline grace
Choking my despair

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Return to clocktower lodge

Lost in a maze
It was just a game
We burnt it down
The ashes cloud our tears
Late summer days
Tracing chance remains
That haunt these grounds
Let's steal another year

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Return to clocktower lodge

I can talk of my towering sense
Of bitterness and shame
Crawling circles of dull pretense
To come back here again
I'm not sleeping
In case I'm found out
How long can I stretch the truth
It's cold out here