Shadows wept across the floor as she made her way towards me

In Tamzin's hand the splintered rose, a symbol her purity

And I was struck for the thirteenth time that she hadn't seen me waiting

And reality rained cruel and fast from the wounds that she was hiding

Feel the world is wasting your time

I caught her arm and in her eyes, the first words of the inner reason

She held me close and in her mind I saw her paint that forbidden season

"We can't just leave", I think I said but my words held scarce their meaning

The book is sealed, the motive read that Tamzin's words were healing

Feel the world is wasting your time

Tamzin said she's leaving

Tamzin said she's bleeding

Tamzin's just a touch away

Tamzin said she's leaving

Now she's stopped believing

Tamzin's just a touch away

Feel the world is wasting your time