she comes apart at the seamscause she never dreamsas she
blood ridden hands are the first thingsto come through the
in the night we freezeand you want me to tellin
tell me and take your timeset free this soul of
i know i don't know youi know that we don't
i walked down the hillsluggishly and frailthe wind blew hardhard
this is the first you spoke of itin your black
so much that i can't say to youmy voice shakes
weight has fallen on melike a part of the skyand
a rare and blistering sun shines downon grace cathedral parkthere
i can't let you because your beauty won't allow mewrapped
helicopter falls to mycalm virgin islandit said i want to
i feel the rain falldown my backi'm going backto my
some escape some door to openthis path seems the blackest
halloween in new yorkon the way home from londoneight weeks
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