LYRIC

Amber afternoon
Too cold to cross the room
Angels patrol our roof

Black eyes and cigarettes
Blue smoke and tenderness
Never leave the bed

You wait for me and I will pick you up right here

You wait for me and I will pick you up right here
You wait for me and I will pick you up right here

Old souls
Old souls
Old souls

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