Faces In The Crowd
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Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
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Listens at the wall, for a sign of life
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Closing her eyes as the room fades away
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Counting the chimes in the church of our saviour ringing out
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Two faces in the crowd
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Simon drives this town, works a graveyard Sunday
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Esther flags him down, doesn’t speak a word
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He hums to himself as the streets disappear
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He catches himself looking back in the mirror filled with doubt
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Two faces in the crowd
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On the ferry from Dover to Calais
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Arm in arm on a windswept day
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I’ve got a photo of them sailing away
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Mother’s so pretty, father’s so proud..
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I stop to count the chimes, an orphan in the shadows
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So little left behind, so much I’ll never know
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A list in “the Times” of the lives lost at sea
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An old photograph and a past that seems so like
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Faces In The Crowd
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| Alannah Myles |
