Death of the Author

Paper thin
Air tonight
See the world in
Shades of white
Every day
A new parade for me

Find a flame
Feeling fades
Fit for me but
Fell away
Every day
A new charade to see

And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me

Next to you
Your eyes on fire
Stronger than thread but
Still only wire
You'll disappear
Into the cold and rain

Write a story
Tell the world
Things of glory
Things that cannot be unsaid
The author dies
And nobody cries but me

And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me

And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
Turn on the cold and rain
And then you disappear
And you're authoring my tears
But the author dies
And nobody cries but me

The author died
And nobody cries
But me



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Orsini
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