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[itcomesinpints]

In the beginning, there were answers
Then they came along and changed
All these questions and their answers seem to change

So I’ll wait ‘til I find the remote part of your heart
Nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start

We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to

So I’ll wait ‘til I find the remote part of your heart
When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
Call it confusion in the best way possible

Love you Oz =)