In Limbo: The Lost Puracane Sessions

When did I get so immoral No one more And no one less It was all in our minds And you saw right through me It was all in a time more innocent Your secrets, you need them You've learned to hide so well No comforting confessions Left to tell Hands unti

And you can't wait to get away 'Cause you don't need me now And there's no grace in what you say I don't believe you now I don't even know her You could lie in the face or the look War is over, I recover But you won't be there to see me And I let go