Waltz Of The Dearly Beloved Lyrics by Emily Wells
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You’re my desert, the line between the sky

and where the world gets solid

and willing to divide

I corner you in the bedroom

I find you at the sink

I picture you in the morning

I reach for you in my sleep



I was in love, with the sky it’s like a drug

I was in love, with my window at twilight



In the back room of my memory

Lives a small boy stocking shelves

of numbered periodicals,

and the dreams I don’t write down

got a typist on the bottle,

my stock boy only twelve

and dozing in the showroom

my many other selves



I was love with the sound of it all

I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all



I was in love, with the sky it’s quite a high

I was in love, with my window at twilight

I was love with the sound of it all
I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all
You’re my desert, the line between the sky      and where the world gets solid      and willing to divide      I corner you in the bedroom      I find you at the sink      I picture you in the morning      I reach for you in my sleep            I was in love, with the sky it’s like a drug      I was in love, with my window at twilight            In the back room of my memory      Lives a small boy stocking shelves      of numbered periodicals,      and the dreams I don’t write down      got a typist on the bottle,      my stock boy only twelve      and dozing in the showroom      my many other selves            I was love with the sound of it all      I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all            I was in love, with the sky it’s quite a high      I was in love, with my window at twilight      I was love with the sound of it all   I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all