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Late afternoon in winter time on the edge of the city |
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The incinerator towers are breathing out into the cold |
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The birdes are making spirals high above the neon skyline |
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Across the drifting swirl of charcoal and gold |
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Islands in silver seas as the land falls into shadow |
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These are more real for me than all that I left behind |
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And if I could only choose one moment to last forever |
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I would be here with you |
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Between dog and wolf |
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Between water and wine |
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Between wine and blood |
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From the black and icy river's edge to the ressurrection garden |
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We were in the arms of something that was unfolding |
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I close my eyes and see wild horses coming from the sky |
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Narcotic dreams and miracles descending |
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Silence my silver tongue and meet me somewhere deeper |
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Everything's how it feels - is what you were trying to say |
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And if I could only choose one moment to last forever |
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I would be here with you in the place between dog and wolf |
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Where the breath is deeper and the lights are diamond |
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Where the blood runs faster and the taste is stronger |
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And the night uncoils moving around us |
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Come, take what you want in the place |
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Between dog and wolf |
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Between water and wine |
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Between wine and blood |
