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
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
sad reminders ofwhat seems years agowarm southern sun shines throughstation
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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