| There were trails of fallen trees
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| Deciduous and weeding marsh
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| The lowland birds and crickets roared
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| The final sound of fall
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| Along the banks of the river
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| We approached the footbridge
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| Entering the wilderness
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| Following my footstep
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| The silence between us is the time
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| When I can’t hear the thoughts
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| That’s on your mind, yeah
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| Beyond the panic and worried that
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| Seems to consume most every thought
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| There lies a calm and steady hand
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| That someday you might see
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| Perhaps it isn’t what you wanted
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| Or even what you’re looking for
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| But once you see the symmetry
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| Once you see the you and me
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| The silence between us is the time
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| When I can’t hear the thoughts
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| That’s on your mind, yeah
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| Winter lovers, we’re so nervous
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| The words will disappear
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| What thoughts are on your mind, yeah
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| You park the car outside the Holiday Inn
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| We cross the highway single-file
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| And you were walking in a hurry
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| And there was me without water with a smile
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| Yeah!
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| The silence between us is the time
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| When I can’t hear the thoughts
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| That’s on your mind, yeah
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| Winter lovers, we’re so nervous
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| The words will disappear
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| What thoughts are on your mind, yeah
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| On your mind, yeah
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| On your mind, yeah
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| On your mind, yeah |