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[russian_queen]

i met you through a common friend
in the attic of my parents house
and though i didn't know it then
i soon was finding out:

oh you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet
and hold the earth in place
each time a faucet opens
words are spoken
the water runs away
i hear your name
no nothing has changed

there was a book i read and loved
the story of a ship
who sailed around the world
and found that nothing else exists
beyond his own two sails
and words hed shout
and what is held within
all else is sure to pass
through your clutch and grasp
and debate whats truly permanent

when the wind starts to shift
theres no argument

now i sing and drink and sleep on floors
and try hard not to be annoyed
by all these people worrying about me
so im suffering through some aweful drive
you occasionally cross my mind
its my hidden hope that you are still among them
well are you?

oh you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet
and hold the earth in place.
each time a window opens sunlight pours in
a lifetime melts away
and we share a name on some picturesque grave.