LYRIC

Through losing eyes
Intentions
A perfect unconcern
Morning breaks in another day
and everything returns

Two parallel doves
With hearts holding out
It's not enough

How to remove my last touch
Gently from his wrist
Or wait and kiss the iron from
Each other's hair

Your last interest laid its weight against
Your tired boxer's back
It's left chains

Dancing on the furniture I had you then
Too late to let your arms surround
Could hardly begin

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