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Two soft slate colored eyes
raise themselves to meet with mine.
I'll touch the hands that killed
and kiss the mouth that praised cheap thrills.
And I won't know this man.
I will not know him in the end.
A rythmic set of steps
pace themselves across a bed of leaves
underneath grey trees.
We'll speak of days and nights
and only share what went right.
But he is praying for a time to cry
a time to leave his faults behind.
And he won't know this girl.
He can not recognize her, in this world.
And when its time to sleep
we'll seperate ourselves with dreams
and wake to find the darkness
hiding our defeat.
In the night, our love will feel complete.
But as the morning rises
our defender fades away
and we'll force ourselves through daylight
like silent strangers on a train.
And I won't know this boy
I will not know him in the end.
And he won't know this girl.
He will have lost me in the wind.
raise themselves to meet with mine.
I'll touch the hands that killed
and kiss the mouth that praised cheap thrills.
And I won't know this man.
I will not know him in the end.
A rythmic set of steps
pace themselves across a bed of leaves
underneath grey trees.
We'll speak of days and nights
and only share what went right.
But he is praying for a time to cry
a time to leave his faults behind.
And he won't know this girl.
He can not recognize her, in this world.
And when its time to sleep
we'll seperate ourselves with dreams
and wake to find the darkness
hiding our defeat.
In the night, our love will feel complete.
But as the morning rises
our defender fades away
and we'll force ourselves through daylight
like silent strangers on a train.
And I won't know this boy
I will not know him in the end.
And he won't know this girl.
He will have lost me in the wind.