Was he high Were you there  
Did she promise Will I dare  
Was he high Were you there  
Did she promise Will I dare  

Was he high that day when we were walking by  
He smiled so sweetly it almost made me cry  

Were you there I can't remember when I met you the first time  
Talking to a friend and waiting in that line  

Did she promise to be faithful did you promise to be true  
It was always on their lips but never followed through  

Will I dare you ask so smugly you assume you can guess  
I wouldn't write me off I've got some tricks up this dress  

Was he high were you there  
Did she promise will I dare  
Was he high Were you there  
Did she promise Will I dare  

Through the doorway through the light  
Through the end and through the night  
Through what's holy and through the smite 
Through all sounds and through all sights  

Through befores and afters too  
Through my hate and your confused  
Look of fear that fills the air  
Through the hiding through the dare  

Through what's ugly and through what's true  
Through with me and through with you  
Through your colors and my disdain  
Through all ornaments of fame  

Through my daydreams and nightmares all  
Through the wild through the call  
Through my thoughts you can't see  
Through the mess that can't be cleaned  

Through all accents through all hurt  
Through the sun and through the dirt  
Through what's never going to be said  
Through the living Through the dead  

Through another childish attempt  
Through the panic and the rent  
Through tomorrows not here yet  
Through the laughter through the rest  

Through through through and through some more 
Through the unseen open door 
Through all the times I lost sight  
Through the last days of fallen might  

I can't remember anything of where I once was  
Of what it all meant or how I pulled the plug  
I can't remember time or if it's come around again  
I can't remember love I can't remember sin  

Hold me harder hold me tight  
Hold me til i can't even sigh  
Hold me one more minute more  
Hold me hold me hold me sore  

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