The Fan
Living in the darkness
Crying out to nowhere
I step into your sunshine
I now know how to go there

Open up my window
I'm searching for your smile
I see nothing, only shadow
A twist to make below

I am a constant changing
I am a constant changing
I am a constant changing
I am a constant changing

Pagans are coming
Vain in my ways
Chain all around us
Where everything everything fades

Like a runner out of pace, a distant sparkling grace
In a far and lonely place
It echoes all around
I hardly hear a sound
I am a constant changing
I am a constant changing
I am a constant changing
I am a constant changing
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