Open-minded, on all sides blinded, by the follies of your fame
Retreat, my heart, my mind beside me
And fall not for the beauty of a name

Broken glass of broken mirrors laid down on the floor
As broken hearts and broken voices come knocking on my door
Though I restrain them they contain an shadow of their own
And every time I close my eyes I know I’m not alone
For words unspoken echo now throughout the midnight air
The dust that fell from way up high now clouds the former fair
It holds the world in iron hands that won’t release a soul
But hits too hard to contemplate the fire in this cold
So, stolen glances linger not inside this wretched place
Where loyalty and fear claim the last colours of your face
And memories, condemned, reside in shells of weakest form
The penalty for hope is reason even roses mourn

I do not pride myself with vain attempts
To place my name on others’ lips
Nor do I burden myself with smooth-edged phrases
To display the abundance of my skill
For fame, truly, knows no master
And therefore leaves all loyalty behind
She gives to receive, a system of consistent trial
To which’s whim I shall not be at disposal

The silence knows me best
Impatient as I am
Hours we have spent together
Just to part our ways again

But common grounds lead to common lies
And so the promise with the liar dies