Awkward bun in my flax hair
sad tears; Tear, tear, tear
I seem to be able to be disjointed
Here, here, here
With so many people mixing in the place it’s hard to imagine your alone
Fear, fear, fear
Look at the cold cloudless blue sky, like your eyes
Tear, tear, tear
I’m away in unanimously imagined land, in the space were you where
here, here, here
Not in this sticky, great, grey place full of still stones and a odd sense of peace and
Fear, fear, fear
I’m going to sing for you, the company I keep wants a song, I’m doing a dance for you, I’m mourning you
Tear, tear, tear
Be careful, I will follow you one day, I seem to seem to never forget the ones who disappear
Here, here, here.
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