I seem to never forget the ones who disappear

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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