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We get in our own way, Tripping on our feet. Filling up our heads too much with words too hard to speak. Drowning in a place where the night cannot escape. Commit ourselves into the depths exposed against the page.  Caught in a phrase, An echo in our minds, A flash, A fire, And its burned into our eyes.  And I cant explain enough, And I wont let it last the night, I'll show you that the image is still there unseen. Its our guess before the line, If we shine our lights to see, The things that we have processed on the lines between.  Between the black and white, Everything goes grey, And everything's unsaid, undone, And negative bleeds away To reveal the memory That we waited for so long For the image shifts as the acid drips from to paper, to the floor.  Caught in a phrase, An echo in our minds, A flash, A fire, And its burned into our eyes.  And I cant explain enough, And I wont let it last the night, I'll show you that the image is still there unseen. Its our guess before the line, If we shine our lights to see, The things that we have processed on the lines between.  We're so nervous to see if we've let too much in, If we, If we were out of focus or out of frame. I know its a moment of truth and for recollection, Reflect reality, Or if its lost forever.  And I cant explain enough, And I wont let it last the night, I'll show you that the image is still there unseen. Its our guess before the line, If we shine our lights to see, The things that we have processed on the lines between.  And i cant explain enough, And i wont let it last, The image is still there unseen.