Truth and Delusion

Truth and delusion
Right and wrong
Lucid confusion
Paper and song

Truth and delusion
Upon the black stair
My secondhand cloak
That you've got hanging there

My friend gave it to me
As we fled past the tides
Now it's years later
And now he has died

I remember all the nights I held his hand
The times we fled across his foreign land
I recall the satin of his clammy skin
It hurts to recall, to step in any room he's been in

A thousand years I spent wondering if he'd be okay
A million tears I spent bridging night to day
A thousand days spat the sand across my face
And I've forgotten what it means to grace