How uncanny

To think that you still

Found a way around

Oh what do I have

Haven't you had your fill


And you reach right back

Without a glance

You don't really care

If you've got my hand


It was there in those moments

Between the quiet trees

And sinking grass

There in that office

Where profits would pass

You did your changing

The winters happened

No clamour just taking

Our love was just waiting

Dart beneath the covers

Dark and cold above us

Forever hold the likeness

I'm not lonely but jesus fucking christ

You find a way

To qualify

What does our saftey cost

There might not be more for us


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