True

 

It was after midnight

Where the record deals enslaved

She walked in from nowhere

No introduction would be made

 

True – they were just 19

True

 

The Southside before daylight

Where heartstrings made a play

He held on to nothing

And he climbed out of a grave

 

True – darkest eyes were seen

True

 

Backstage at sundown

Where darkness closed the day

She walked out to nowhere

And he’s waited to this day

 

Out of the wreckage

Sculpt a form that you can hold

File down the edges

Learn to hold

What is cold

Or let it go

 

In all the remains

There is something that we need

Sift through the noise

And I’m certain you will see

 

True – life can fade to dream

True – you will feel the seam

True