The Cut - video live
By: Brooklyn Ghosts
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The Cut’s a space where memory will take us to the places in our heads A hidden portal behind the window where all our ghosts have fled The Cut is here and what’s been left behind The Cut is now and what is still inside And there is no sign unless and if you mean these passages of time And I’ll meet you there my friend where we can suspend the end The Cut’s a kink in reality a pathless path to mystery A hidden doorway back to the homestead That was never really dead The Cut is here and what’s been left behind The Cut is now and what is still inside And there is no sign unless and if you mean these passages of time And I’ll meet you there my friend where we can suspend And I’ll meet you there my friend where we can suspend And I’ll meet you there my friend where we can suspend ……….. the end
