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You follow the footsteps
echoes leading down a hall
To a room, there's music playing
Tiny bells with moving parts
Here the shadows make things ugly
an effect quite undesirable
And The gold and yellow daylight
Grows like ivy across the wall
And it bounces off of the painted porcelain
A tiny dancing doll
Her body spins as she pirouettes
Again the world suddenly seems small
On an off-white, subtle morning
You stretch your legs in the front seat
The road has made a vacuum
Where our voices used to be
And you lay your head onto my shoulder
Pour like water over me
So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine
And all these trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive
Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving good-bye
You follow the footsteps   echoes leading down a hall   To a room, there's music playing   Tiny bells with moving parts   Here the shadows make things ugly   an effect quite undesirable   And The gold and yellow daylight   Grows like ivy across the wall   And it bounces off of the painted porcelain   A tiny dancing doll   Her body spins as she pirouettes   Again the world suddenly seems small   On an off-white, subtle morning   You stretch your legs in the front seat   The road has made a vacuum   Where our voices used to be   And you lay your head onto my shoulder   Pour like water over me   So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine   And all these trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive   Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes   Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving good-bye