13. Of Those Who Know You're right

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I’m an empty theatre with all the grace missing

And when the wind betrays you, you’ll feel the same

Like those who sculpt their hearts of fire

This is the age of tender loss

And this is the age of tender pain

Of those who know you’re right

I’ve been blending with mirrors

And I’ve been sleeping with those trees

Like those who sculpt their hearts of fire

This is the age of tender loss

And this is the age of tender pain

Of those who know you’re right