If you've got both your arms undone
hold my longing to the clearest dawn.
If you've got no words to reflect upon,
the sky will hold you underneath its calm.
Time is all that I want.
My voice, it seems to be lost.
Your color, it's slipping off.
My voice, it seems to be lost.
If you are at ease with the world you've got
hold my longing to the clearest dawn.
If you've got no words to reflect upon
they sky will hold you underneath its calm.
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