"Fools that Fall Behind"

I wish that I could breathe,
but this song that holds me down,
stares blankly at my face
still whispering to me why:

She fell from the last stage
Hoping she could find
the answers to her prayers
Beneath the corridors
as lacking things will bind
and losing things can't wind
Around the gated paths,
She'll scream it out in cold,
bloodless, bitter lives
somewhere in the homes
now faded,
gilded, dried.

I dream there'll come a day
I'll look you in the eye,
You'll whisper me this song
Leaving me, a smile.
Because "she says that love
is for fools that fall behind".