| «It's so beautiful here,» she said
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| «This moment now, this moment now,»
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| And I never thought I’d find her here
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| Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed
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| But she’s looking at me, straight to center
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| No room at all for any other thought
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| And I know I don’t want this, oh I swear I don’t want this
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| There’s a reason not to want this, but I forgot
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| In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder
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| Hair falling forward, mouth all askew
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| Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead:
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| «Passengers missing, we’re looking for you.»
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| And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me
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| Face pressed into the corduroy grooves
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| Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing
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| Maybe it means nothing, but I’m afraid to move
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| And the words, they’re everything and nothing
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| I want to search for her in the offhand remarks
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| Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar?
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| Who are you, echoing street signs?
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| Who are you, the stranger and the shell of a lover
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| Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time
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| Oh words, like the rain, how sweet the sound
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| «Well anyway,» she says, «I'll see you around.» |