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  1. Clovis

From the recording We Cried For Fun

Lyrics

Can I ask you a question
Is there room in the house of detention
I hope it's not too late
For a fool far in need of redemption
And oh how my heart aches
There's a light shining bright in the corner
It's burning up the day
And the life that we led brought disorder
It's getting shorter

I'm a prisoner of consequence
As I secretly forget to notice
They're not forcing my captivity
It's my own desire
To keep from ever getting free

From all the pain, the choices made
There's not much left to say
I can't ignore, they're at the door
And they won't go away
No compromise to my surprise
There's nowhere left to climb
The tide is high, we must decide
To run for cover

I'm a prisoner of consequence
As I secretly forget to notice
They're not forcing my captivity
It's my own desire
To keep from ever getting free
Until these words have bled from me, entirely

Can I ask you a question
Is there room in the house of detention
I hope it's not too late
For a fool far in need of redemption
My soul I hope he'll take