You danced with borrowed feet
Through times of borrowed days
With the promise of a try
To the rhythm of a lie
Then a sound was to be heard
A song that I had to learn
You sang with an alien voice,
In the midst of your hearts own noise
The song was yours
The song was
You danced too long with no face
Borrowed too many days
Then the borrowed feet failed
And the voice became frail
Your whispered weak to the night;
'tuck me in I am tired'
And the night put over his coat,
That strangled the sound of each note
This song is yours
The song is
They say you left behind
Nothing but a troubled mind
For all who's left to cry over
But tears can turn to gold
When something of our own
Is brought to sight
As tears clear our eyes
This song is yours
This song is yours
