When the wind dies down and the howling stops
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The hurting starts, then I hear your name
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In this quiet time, this aching time
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I can hear your fingers on the window pane
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If I was in the dark, if I was in the light
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If we were walking through the forests of the night together
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If we were taken down, down into the heart
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Of the blackest night where we could sleep forever
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Keep quiet, I hear you
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Keep quiet, I hear you
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When you sing, I think I know more than I hear you speak
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I have to keep it close enough to me
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'Cause I don't want to disrupt all you think
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And I don't want to disturb what we keep quiet
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Baby, with these open arms I pray, I will not see the day without you
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Homeless is the driving wind and I will run away with him without you, without you
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Without you, without you
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Without you
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When you sing, I have to keep it close just as a hymn
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And in your breath I know just what you sing
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And spoken words might not be what we speak
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'Cause in our lungs there's something that we keep quiet
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Keep Quiet
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| Hot Chip |
