The pool where my soul passed though you glows bluenStill glows bluenThe pool where our molten tears cooled glows truenGlows truenGlows truennThe taller the ballroom, the smaller the dancenThe calls of the years lost are cobwebs impaled on a dagger of chancenThe folly of chancenA boarded-up dancennThe room where we saw our days bloom glows bluenStill glows bluenThe room where we saw our fears loom glows truenGlows truenGlows truen nThe taller the hallway, the smaller the foolnWho calls from the staircase still lost in the harrowing swagger of youth?nThe folly of youthnA boarded-up truthnnThe halls where we heard our years fall still calls,n“Still walls, still walls”nThe sky where we hung our wind chimes still cries,n“Still life, still life”nnIt’s already someday, it’s already soonnI’ll haunt all these hallways impaled on a dagger of daylight for younA boarded-up roomnA boarded-up roomnA boarded-up roomnA boarded-up roomn