I miss this
I miss the way we talk
In a world of forgetting memories are god
I see you
I see through the smoke
Laughing at yourself, a 27 year old joke
I've dreamed this
I 've dreamed about a die
Walking on your white floor and lying where you lay
Anthony and Lucia
Lucia and Anthony
It's written in a tree
Lucia return to me
Come here
Come to where you've been
Fear not the think ghost that's hiding out within
I will turn
I will turn into the night
If you'll begin to bring on the light
Anthony and Lucia
Lucia and Anthony
We were written in a tree
Lucia return to me
(I forget myself when I remember you,
I'm walking on white floors,
I'm crawling in all fours)

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