the hidden flaws, the change of plans
the work itself that shaped my hands
this faith i’ve had but never shown
words that missed the light of day
like written songs that never play
still living in my thoughts alone
so here it is, this corner of life where secrets hide
a place to stay for feelings brushed aside
gathering here in the cold of my winter
i find i’m losing sympathy for influences made on me
that never help my life to flower
the purest things so hard to place
that disappear without trace
live only in my finest hour
so here it is, this corner of life where secrets hide
a place to stay for feelings pushed aside
gathering here in the cold of my winter
so here it is, this corner of life where secrets hide
a place to stay for feelings brushed aside
gathered here