O pull on the rein and haul me in
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back to the start where eyes first blink to see
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A flowing mane a cut-glass limb
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and they're falling soaring so rhythmically
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O pull on the rein and haul me in back to the start
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rebirthed in ecstacy with cherubim and seraphim
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When I was falling soaring so rhythmically
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Falling soaring falling for you so completely
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The Rapture unfurling blues and greens
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The Rapture a swirling violet stream
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mystic majestic entangled in a web of curling vapour thread
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Encaptured by forces unseen
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Enraptured an eclipse intoxicating
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strangely not inside strangely not outside
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Drowning in the middle of an eerie transition
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And I don't know your name
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Never been alive yet I haven't died
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I hover disembodied in a semi-wakened haze
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Floating far above the cloud
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sinking far below the ground
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Only my senses remain
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The Rapture unfurling blues and greens
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The Rapture a swirling violet stream
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mystic majestic entangled in a web of iridescent curling vapour thread
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Floating far above the cloud
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sinking far below the ground
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No form only my senses remain
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Wondering if I dare to say your name
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wondrous thoughts embalmed avow you came
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By the crescent disc rising amethyst
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how can love remain the same unchanged?
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Moonlight plays upon this sunken brow
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midnight ink bleeds wet mercurial clouds
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By the crescent disc rising amethyst
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somnambulist unharnessed storms the plough
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By the crescent disc rising amethyst
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how can love remain the same unchained?
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The Rapture
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| Siouxsie and the Banshees |
