| When it flows from the fingers
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| And turns to stone
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| It shatters with the touch
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| Feel the air, breathe it in
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| Turn the corner, take the bend
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| Give or take the bend
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| It’s a spiralling cork-screw path towards you
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| It’s a sinking, twisted path from me to you
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| For a second I saw you so clearly (clearly)
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| For a moment I knew you so dearly (dearly)
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| I looked into your eyes and into your mind
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| You were laughing like a statue come to life
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| The subtle piano raindrops
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| The creaking of the buildings and their cellos
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| The wind was our violin
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| The sky was a symphonic mural of stars
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| Hiding behind perfectly placed clouds
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| Because everything is the way it is
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| And everything is perfect in their imperfections
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| And everything is placed the best
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| And it is now, and it is here
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| And tomorrow is another now
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| Waiting to happen
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| The roar of an action silences all the words
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| The cry of an accomplishment
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| Drowns the whimper of ten thousand words
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| And we live in our actions and our reactions
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| And we live in our actions and our reactions |