You twist the shapes and spin the shadows tonight
You cry
you won’t catch her quiet entrance
you won’t notice when she
the people of the foothills
want the mountains to arise
and the
'goodbye' to start a sad song
don't feel like the right
if i head off into the hills on a horse
Roll the blankets, we’re leaving
Running from memory
Hide behind our thinkin
three men walk into a bar
(and) the comedian starts
he breaks
I used to come here to think
I used to watch
someone sent a purple ronnie
someone got a lover in wood
someone
crayon blue
caught in the rain with you
circling puddles and
hold a needle to the light
the eye defines the room
leave
you were everything once
I was barely enough
we nearly forgot to
slow girl, found you, don't simply turn away
the words won't
a final tight embrace
burn that last invitation
a final dose of
on days like yours
I'm the perfect stranger
pouring from the overflow
on
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