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| i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting no where with you and i can't let go and i can't get through... the old woman behind pink curtains and the closed door on the first floor and she's listening through the air shaft to see how long our swan song will last and both hands now use both hands oh no don't close your eyes i am writing grafiti on your body i am drawing the story of how hard we tried i am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow i am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all and i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let go and i can't get through so now use both hands please you both hands oh no, don't lose your eyes i am writing grafiti on your body i am drawing the story of how hard we tried hard we tried how hard we tried |
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