| Watch — watch the sun go down, landing on the ground near the line of trees*
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| Where the shadowspill of light brings an early night, dark enough to see
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| We sit on the edge, behind the fence daring the gravity above
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| Am I falling to you, are you falling to me?
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| Every second there’s more than I can see
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| Are we losing control, is this vertigo?
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| We step out of bounds, on uneven ground, running away
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| My heart can’t hold the weight, the crash or the break, keeping this pace
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| The very first time — your skin against mine, you hold my hand so tightly
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| Am I falling to you, are you falling to me?
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| Every second there’s more than I can see, so don’t let me go in this vertigo
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| I want it all — I want it, I want it. |
| I want it more than I’ve ever wanted
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| I want it all — I want it, I want it. |
| I want it more than I’ve ever wanted
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| This is just like a play, the predictable stage we’re living on
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| And faith can’t tame the stars, those flickering scars that cover our bones
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| And we trip on our feet, we fumble our speech, we choose the ones we never reach
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| But I’m falling to you and you’re falling to me — every second there’s more
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| than we can see — I know I’m losing control, I wanna lose control,
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| don’t let me go in this vertigo |