You're dreaming...
Or at least you've got your eyes closed.
And you're suppressing your dormant love,
hibernating beneath a hardened coat.
Begging now, begging for air,
take one last silent breath, and sink under the water with me.
I'll pull back your hair and draw you,
draw you onto paper,
ever closer toward the window,
because I can see you,
and oh my god you're beautiful.
Do you wish to escape?
We've still got time...
We've still got time...
In my mind this road runs straight,
but I can see you're scared,
unsure of where the bends will take you.
So then let me carry you home,
back home the long way,
we'll escape everything.
And maybe then, where I sit,
you can visit?
Or will you be with me the whole way,
holding my hand and steering which way,
because we're too good for radio.
... I should have just let it go,
a long long time ago.
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