Ain't no more folksingers

There's a place that I remember, oh so well
at a time when we weren't driven by this spell.
When death was sad but it wasn't hard to tell,
like the death that leaves me staring through this beer,
and there ain't no more folksingers around here.

I'd watched there fading romance from above
with their twisted truths in evidence of love,
while all those things that I could still speak of
are now nothing but lost memories and tears
and there ain't no more folksingers around here.

And oh, it makes me want you,
still longing for those things we tried to find.
And oh, it makes me want you
while its running through the back space of my mind.

My visions of the darkness did increase
through the tired night and madness’ release
but the mystery of time's failures never ceased
like the words that flowed so freely through my ears
and there ain't no more folksingers around here.

And oh, it makes me want you
but you're just so far away.
And oh, don't it sometimes haunt you,
how we had it once but let it slip away.

The morning silence often leaves me cold
still longing for those things we used to hold.
But everything once true is now just old,
and trapped beneath the ruins of our fears
and there ain't no more folksingers around here.


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