it's always blue and black.. or breaking skin
well, cover up.. we'll finally leave again
and you breath me in so well,
in your room, under the cover of this night
we are safe; we are.. as long as you whisper
i'll say that we couldn't sleep... just staring at the clock, but
when the numbers seem to blur.. and the reflection is lost
so now we're used to the rain,
we can swim and i'll say we were never worried
because the floods will only bring the coast and Atlantic closer..
i thought i told you..
i thought i showed you the reason..
that all i truly want
is to get in your head
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Dandelions fall in precious drops....
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