Paths...
Stood wonderedWhy do you dream of me
When you dream of your acre of trees
It was agreed
I can to burn leaves
It's all I ever claim to do
A proud man I'll never grow into
My arms miss you, my hands miss you
The stars sing
I've got their song in my head
Paths, BD 2005
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Blue in the broad light of day
Your clothes are snagged on my face
Say it
I wish we would make it
I wish I could take it when you turn on me
My arms miss you, my hands miss you
The stars sing
I've got their song in my head
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