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I know I'll never see you
I know I'll never run into your body walking through the crooked streets
I know I'll never hear you
I know I'll never hear you like a sound that wafts inside from outside there
I know that if I waited
I know that if I wait a thousand days will lie wasted with thoughts of you
My love I've pictured this:
Your violet eyelids opened to say "Here's where you've been."
Your lips open to say "My darling, it's been so very long and I'm in pain."
I know I'll never feel you
I know I'll never get so close to you that I can't smell anything else
I know that it is raining and
I know that the rain will soak you through and leave you like the tattered sky
I know I go in circles
I know that window panes bring only rain and not your face
My love I've pictured this:
Your violet eyelids opened to say "Here's where you've been"
Sometimes I picture all your fingers
Sometimes they're crawling down my spine
Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
Sometimes you're far but you're still mine
Sometimes I picture all your fingers
Sometimes they're crawling down my spine
Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
Sometimes you're far but you're still mine
I know I go in circles
I know that window panes bring only rain and not your face
I know I'll never run into your body walking through the crooked streets
I know I'll never hear you
I know I'll never hear you like a sound that wafts inside from outside there
I know that if I waited
I know that if I wait a thousand days will lie wasted with thoughts of you
My love I've pictured this:
Your violet eyelids opened to say "Here's where you've been."
Your lips open to say "My darling, it's been so very long and I'm in pain."
I know I'll never feel you
I know I'll never get so close to you that I can't smell anything else
I know that it is raining and
I know that the rain will soak you through and leave you like the tattered sky
I know I go in circles
I know that window panes bring only rain and not your face
My love I've pictured this:
Your violet eyelids opened to say "Here's where you've been"
Sometimes I picture all your fingers
Sometimes they're crawling down my spine
Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
Sometimes you're far but you're still mine
Sometimes I picture all your fingers
Sometimes they're crawling down my spine
Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
Sometimes you're far but you're still mine
I know I go in circles
I know that window panes bring only rain and not your face
...lyrics written by Paul Crosdale Miller, Dennis Morgan, Anna- Lynne Williams and James Williams...
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