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Breathing lights upon your past

Telling times to grow apart

I carry you in the palm of my hands

Never letting go of the times that passed

I feel at home

When the lights go down in the dark

And I feel at home

When the lights go down

Pardon my frozen mind

Hiding below what you knew to be

Our very own kind of troubled fear

Behind the spark there is light I hear

I feel at home

When the lights go down in the dark

And I feel at home

When the lights go down