A flicker,
A whisper
A spark
Before it becomes the flame.
Write your name
Is this where it stops
Is this where it ends
Is this
So much for angels sweeping in
Here's where the butterflies go
I came calling
One distant afternoon
Out on a long getaway
I know
Bitter again. the words we didn't speak,
We couldn't bear
It's so hard to say goodbye
So much harder not to
You've got a feeling like scissors
'Cause you're all cut up
I'd satellite my dreams
Onto all the world's big screens
And you
Say what you want to say
And I will give you
The clock hand's stopped on fourteen
And I'm still reeling.
The minutes
Say what I want you to say
And make me bleed
Make
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