The underlying theme
made so clear
like a song ringing through
the cold winter sky
Clear, crisp and concise
A haunting thought, a haunting...
a haunting rite of passage
Murder in the kitchen
the teapot screams
Something is in the water
and we don't know what it is
I don't know who you are
Look out, the hidden eyes
are watching
Realize the compromise
and watch what you say
the air is full of ears
the air is full of dirt
Steal away, this place is not safe
Can my lady see me
Oh lady can you see me
The white tiger cries
And I don't know who you are
Whispers
the lies are being told
There is a lost child
a ghost of memories
And if you'll say you will...
I do not know, know
know the rite of passage
There are laws that say
"This can not be, this can not be!"
Yet it is, without question,
it is
not a question
I do not know you anymore
Turn around and kiss me
Turn around and kiss me
Turn around and kiss me
Kiss me goodbye
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