I’m vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed,   as the red shift fills my eyes   Minister my promises as her shadow cuts the day away      I remembered you, as you walked into that room      Dislocated, jagged pieces, are sliding into this broken mind   Swimming back against the river but I’m rising with the tide      Where we came from, we’re all going back there soon      How many times have we met this way?   How many lives have we lived before?   How many faces and how many names?   Shadows come, but shadows are gone   Shadows come, but shadows are gone      How many times have we met this way?   How many lives have we lived before?   How many faces and how many names?   Shadows come, but shadows are gone   Shadows come, but shadows are gone