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A scene in the night

tricks of the light

a face without name

suddenly enters the frame

shadow and fog and the hair of the dog

and it’s all gone down in the night

then they crawl off to hide in plain sight

down at the scene of the crime

logic is stopped on a dime

lost into space

falling without a trace

like a fingerprint floating in time

devoid of clues

with nothing to lose

cradle to grave

fortune will favor the brave

secrets are hung by a slip of the tongue

its all gone down in the night

and the hands are more cleverly slight

carefully counting the cost

everything seems to be lost

sorting and sifting

in thoughts that are drifting

a mind that's been covered in frost

a footstep gets lost in the snow

everything buried below

when traitors are heroes

we add up the zeros

the fingerprints will always know

all in her mind turning to gold

all of her dreams taken and sold

never believing the truth will be told

shadows will shift like the sand

nobody showing their hand

faceless and fleeting

the hearts that are beating

a motive they all understand

far from the scene of the crime

stars will begin to align

stick with the chase

holding out for a trace

of a fingerprint floating in time