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ENCHANT lyrics : "Traces"

[Music: P. Craddick & D. Ott. Lyrics: P. Craddick]

A sense of place, a sense of waste, don't know how this can

be...
The silence that envelops me, whispers something, subtly
Exhale and change the atmosphere

They've left a trace of their fear...

How could something like this have happened in a place like

this?
Such mindless violence..
The surroundings hold their secrets

How could something like this have happened in a place like
this?
A new day is here, but there's a trace of yesterday


Here the trees can speak, in voices weak that suggest a tale of
pain

Of tears shed in the pouring rain...
But at that, they halt their sad refrain
Look up, at the vault of starts and the calming harvest moon

A witness to the unspeakable, and easily repeatable
Cry out to change the atmosphere
Some kind of presence is here...


How could something like this have happened in a place like
this?

Such mindless violence..
The surroundings hold their secrets
How could something like this have happened in a place like

this?
A new day is here, but there's a trace of yesterday


Red wine spilled on the carpet - we can clean it up
Tracks left on the beach that the tides wash away
Footprints dug deep in the snow - they'll melt away

But what can wash the stain away from this place?
A new day is here
There are traces of yesterday

This place is stained - what will it take to wash them away

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