Running out the daylight
clinging to the night
stars staring back at us.
This should be
what it is
It still is.
I'll hold out till they come for us
with feather in hand
and you at my side.
Scattered tiny scratches
with a long embrace
Set sail to the wind.
And in the dark before the light goes out.
clinging to the night
stars staring back at us.
This should be
what it is
It still is.
I'll hold out till they come for us
with feather in hand
and you at my side.
Scattered tiny scratches
with a long embrace
Set sail to the wind.
And in the dark before the light goes out.
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