the definition of...

Listen Along

 

 

Under the rug

Old shadows inside

Wait for their moment

 

They plan their surprise

A confetti supply

When I'm feeling feeble

I swear that it won't happen again

 

There's nobody else

 

We've become lost

Shine lights in the past

No sign of way out

 

Our cryptic love

With time it gets worse

It builds up behind us

I swear it won't happen again

 

There's nobody else

I swear that it won"t happen again.

 

Done