This light at the end of the day
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When even the highways seem still
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The map in my hands folded shut
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There isn't one magical word
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But a carnival of them instead
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Like an old silent cinema screen
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And in this light you are framed classically
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Just a painting that hangs in my head
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That I know like the back of my hand
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With the sunset the neon awakes
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And the cold colours dance on your skin
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And finally the modern makes sense... to me
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You're effortless you know you are and all I want to do
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Is let you lead me off into the dusk
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Our shadows kiss before we do and right here in the dark
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I revel in the calm before the storm
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The garden is haunted by us
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And every mistake that we've made
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Is at peace cause it lead us both here
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The thought that just burns into me
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Of you in the ink of the night
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Is the breathtaking danger of you
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You're effortless you know you are and all I want to do
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Is let you lead me off into the dusk
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Our shadows kiss before we do and right here in the dark
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I revel in the calm before the storm
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This is life, this is all I want from life
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It's the fervour and the tenderness combined
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In the dark, in the ever-falling dark
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We are anchorless adrift but barely notice
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Held In The Arms Of Your Words
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| Tired Pony |
