How were we supposed to know
When we face the same way
In a triangle of a white world
Where tiny specks of snow fall
As one of each walks along
Treading on and on
Though we brush each other at a point
How were we supposed to know
That we were torn
Amongst the wilderness
Through a stream of rushing lads
One of us sat waiting for snow to fall
And hes eyes gazed
As the first flake flew down
Then two eyes met
And still we never knew
Just got up and walked down the road
It was just a dream
A long real dream
Gazing up at a wide blue sky
Fighting over things
I leant against your back
Searching for tranquility
And stood there and started mocking
We smiled
As the sky shattered to pieces
How long do we have to walk alone
Before we really know
Were the eyes those I used to know
Or are you someone new
We were naive, not knowing
That someone waits
In a triangle it started to snow again
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