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Song: | À“ |
Album: | À“ | Genres: | àOœ |
Year: | | Length: | 289 sec |
Lyrics:
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
And she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
Solitude stands in the doorway And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette By her long cool stare and her silence I suddenly remember each time we've met
And she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
And she says 'I've come to set a twisted thing straight' And she says 'I've come to lighten this dark heart' And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear And I say 'I've never thought of finding you here'
I turn to the crowd as they're watching They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm I wanted to be in there among them I see how their eyes are gathered into one
And then she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
And she says 'I've come to set a twisted thing straight' And she says'l've come to lighten this dark heart' And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear And I say 'I've never thought of finding you here'
Solitude stands in the doorway And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette By her long cool stare and her silence I suddenly remember each time we've met
And she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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