| Well at night I drank the cold into the room
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| With a ragged face sitting on a chair
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| And I can’t catch the floor
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| All the days that I am nothing but the silent stare
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| And the timing was just right
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| For a tumble in your eyes
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| Quietly a stumble sets a fire in the sky
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| Yes and I’m still waiting for you movement
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| to slow down
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| Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement
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| to slow down
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| Well the race was putting on a sense of wonder that you can’t be seen
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| There are traces of the tears
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| Rolling down the side of an empty stream
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| The water in the shadows where fallen pray to fall
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| Thought the light had hit the stair but it was bouncing off the wall
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| Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down
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| Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down
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| I don’t know how it is to walk around
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| Forgetting how to drown out all the speed
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| It is so hard to catch the spot between
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| The feeling in your blood and what you need… what you need now
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| A thousand bells can start to ring
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| The sounds within your heart
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| You could spend your lifetime building something made to fall apart
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| But I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down
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| Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down
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| I said now, I’m still, still waiting for your movement to slow down |