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Between the light and the shadow, |
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out of the corner of my eye |
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I saw your feathers all ruffled, |
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anticipating the sky... |
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You've got no reason to stay, |
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day by day your impatience has grown. |
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I'm caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, I know. |
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I'm reaching out |
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but we are touch and go. |
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Making a meal of the moment |
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I might cook up a story or two, |
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but the dish of the day's getting colder |
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and I know that, pretty soon, |
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you'll pick up your bed and walk, |
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open your wings and fly away from me |
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across the leaden, hammer-headed sky |
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while I can't breathe a word, |
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no matter how I try. |
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So scared |
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it shows |
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that we are touch and go. |
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I never brought myself to tell you |
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how you kept all my demons at bay |
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but my silence came out as indifference |
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and now my diffidence has driven you away. |
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You'll be the one with the wings, |
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I'm going down in flames, |
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still mouthing out the mystery, my angel, of your name. |
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How touch and go our tenderness became. |
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(So scared to show |
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I know we're touch and go) |
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So touch and go, |
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so much I can't explain. |
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(So much is unexplained.) |
