I stare at the ceiling 
								the stucco takes form 
							sketching your face 
								in the midst of a storm 
							
						I see your eyes 
									piercing my soul 
									I remember our love 
									and the story it told 
								 
						so far and away when my heart was yours 
									before it was locked 
									behind closed doors 
								 
						my eyes start to glaze 
									as my past takes shape 
									and I see your silhouette 
									over there, by the drape 
								 
						I remember watching 
									as you walked away 
									never once looking back I remember that day 
								 
						unfinished sculpture 
									in my stucco sky 
									faded recollections 
									refusing to die 
								 
						eyes half closed 
									love taking shape 
									over there, by the door 
									next to the crate 
								 
						I've seen it before, I 
									watched it take flight 
								seeking redemption 
								in the heat of the night 
						lost in thought my 
								memories stirred 
								good becomes vivid 
								the bad, just a blur 
						creative hearts 
								weakened resolve 
								I stare at my fate 
								taking shape on the wall 
						my ceiling of stucco morphing anew in abstract confusion 
									and it looks like you 
								 
						my body burns 
									as anger fades 
									and I see your smile 
									over there, by the shade 
								 
						forcing me back 
									to a time of pain 
									nothing to lose 
									nothing to gain 
						cracked stucco dreams 
								they cut like a knife 
								a dream I have chased 
									through the mirror of my life 
								 
						my fears are intact 
									from loves old crimes 
									yet it's your face I see 
									over there, by the blinds 
								 
						sketched into stucco 
									eyes locked through tears 
									you're whispering softly 
								of these wasted years 
						you tug at my heart 
									and force me to feel 
									I remember the moment 
									when my life was real 
								 
						I remember your strength 
									legs wrapped 'round mine 
									I remember you loved me 
									at some point in time 
								 
						lost lyrics of love  
									coming in from the rain 
									and I see my life 
									over there, by the pane 
						do I remember? 
									even after the fall? 
									of course I remember 
									
									I remember it all... 
									 
									 
									 
								 
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