You say your time has come, you're tired of waking
You came with the season as the first swallow sang
A
One of us is gonna be here and
And one of
You should be wilder, you're no fun at all
Yeah, thanks
You show up like a hurricane
All hungry eyed and weather
Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical
Touches stricken cold and
You are a thunderous thing, wondrous king
The face of rival-less
We are not frightened anymore
We stood up, we stood up
And
Wretched, look at me, I've lost it
Melting on the table,
If we were children I would bake you a mud
It must be written that the moon
Elbowed the stars and
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the
Don't know what to do anymore
I've lost the only love
Thick as thieves the last of leaves
In the winter sun
Holding
Come on, come out, the weather is warm
Come on, come
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