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From a voice that is the clouds on the river,
Over park, over pale, lost in a time of doubts;
That stretch into black horizons. Stretch into black horizons.
A girl gathers up her pain, to reveal herself through the secret of words. The secret of words.
The dew of her orbs and the cold touch of flesh;
But the music is lost and the words are gone;
So, do not send me your dead trees; your letters.
I am navigating my heart along her flooded rivers,
To a clearing where the birds swing low,
To sing of my love in the dark of my blood; Dark of my blood.
A raging wind may bend the rain. Bends the rain.
But love is an everlasting song, a song that follows everything;
Down all of my own dreary days and these frail nights.
The electric flicker of my ancient valves resounds:
It was you! It was you!
Oh, the ruined city in me grows old. Grows old.
Into the winds of nights that are long. The cold nights of our final song.
And we carry the weight like ghosts in chains;
Through the winter sky, over crumbling balconies and onto the motorways of oblivion,
As the lost childhood of my soul pours from the singer's mouth,
The song of her heart is over and pale,
As lost as my love in the rain. Remember the rain?
All your little sorrows, like unwanted gifts, tied up in string. Tied up in string.
Oh, a gift is a terrible thing. Tied up in string; such a terrible thing.
We are lost in the hollows. Lost in the hollows.
Of aches and of sorrows;
And too many tomorrows.
And my love, she is all my lips and all my hands;
And I love the rain. I love the rain.
As it plays a sad song for the deserted streets of dawn. Deserted streets of dawn.
Down to the Autumn river through a parade of dead trees;
Oh, how a song in the memory festers and keeps;
In the stain of love a swimmer naked weeps. A swimmer naked weeps.
In the soft wings of the moon.
In the soft wings of the waning moon.
And you in your grief, and your ruins, with your halos of neon! Your halos of neon!
Just dreaming us home once more. Dreaming us home once more.
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