Between the bushes and the headlights
I saw your shadow stepping my way
Before it took no shape, and had no direction
Now I'm left always searching for it
But isn't that me? A mirror image of myself
Running through the street looking at nobody else
I'm blind; I can't read the simplest of things
So how can I discern the witch's image and whatever's surrounding it?

Now you're jealous of a dead man
How many times have you said that you're jealous of a dead man
He most recently burned himself away
Now he's lost between the ashes and the flame
I can't let you pursue that dream
No I could never let you pursue that dream
As you float upon the passenger's seat
I say "We're headed northwest, there's more than that flame to see"

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