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Mornings I wake up hung over
Lower than mornings before
I don't know memories tortured
Or maybe what I deserve
Lonely and forgotten in the frozen world
Scorned in my desire
Ignored by all the girls
I need someone to comfort me
.
Whose hair is whipping
Whose mouth is smiling
Whose eyes are shining looking at me and
I can see what she seeing
.
Everywhere I go I see her
Everywhere I look she disappears
Every time I think I've found her
Just what I've found is unclear
.
So onward through the murk and the uncertainty
Sifting through the days patient and carefully
Always to get to where she is
.
Her hair is whipping
Her mouth is smiling
Her eyes are shining looking at me and
I can see what she seeing
.
Yeah yeah
I can see what she seeing
Yeah yeah
I can see what she seeing
.
But you can't see me
.
Tell me the way to the orchid
Tell me the way and I'll be there
Give me a day to go forward
Give me your hand and we'll go there
.
Forward through the clover and the bergamot
Shoreward to the gulls and to the guillemots
Horizon alone among the wind
.
Her hair is whipping
Whose mouth is laughing
Her eyes are shining looking at me and
I can see what she seeing
.
Yeah yeah
I can see what she seeing
Yeah yeah
I can see what she seeing
Yeah yeah
I can see what she seeing
Yeah yeah
I can see what she seeing
.