Traveling Light

Bootblacks

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Swept away, you stole my thoughts
Whispers hold me, fascinated with boredom
Trouble in these fevered rooms
I surrender, surrender wonder
I can see your face

The only one in the empty crowd
I can see your face
The only one in the empty crowd
Children of gold, philistines of fame
Makes no difference to them, everything they claim
Apathetic idols, I surrender
Surrender wonder

I can see your face
The only one in the empty crowd
I can see your face
The only one in the empty crowd
Watch the lights go away
The lights go away