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[splitrose]

hope surrounds your four walls
concaving towers prove to be the highlight of your day
and so it seems, posibilities are endless

questions, questioning my own right to this town
rain slows down passerbys
and lovers on their way to the charming

when will we meet again?
and you seem like the one to pretend
and you wonder what you're doing in situations
situations that hold your heart, dear

dear me, i seem to have stumbled upon something again
a line faintly remembered, once drawn in the sand
leading to the point of impossibilities
and you seem like one to pretend

and you wonder what you're doing in situations
situations that hold your heart, dear. dear me

now the tunnel comes-
underground seems to catch your breath for you
one thing i remember is how your legs worked
at the same time as your mouth did-
on your way home. nowhere.