The songs you let breathe
They leave me
Behind the shadows
Oh come, and sit down
With me
The words you let spill
They leave me
Confused in shadows
Oh come, and sit down
With me
Come sit down
I am tired
If these abstracts escape me
If I am wrong again
If need concrete motivations
Like your lips and hands
If I need you
Wake me.
Come, and sit down
With me
I am sorry dear
I have forgotten you here
in eternal shadows
they grow over my eyes
the willow of death
only lets me forget myself
as it branches grow out
in front of me
oh come, and sit down
with me
sleeping this long
is lonely.
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