Dorian - The Hearing

The purest beautiful and even bolder

Every bit of you, even your shoulder

You never did get one day older

Realizing that makes me colder inside

As the years drew, we grew apart

A young you in my heart

Listening to you now, it’s such art

But it feels like only partly true

On the street

Save yourself

Who are you running from

Past the bridge

Out of the light

Who are you running from

The purest of beautiful is not innocent

There has to be depth, something malevolent

Trying to escape the thing that’s imminent

Appearance is not evidently so

On the street

Who are you running from

Save yourself

Who are you running from

Past the bridge

Who are you running from

Out of the light

Who are you running from