Laying there, fast asleep
I fold my hands and grit my teeth
Waiting here across your street
Comfort ends creeps on me
Like a ghost dressed in summer clothes
Takes my hands drags me down on you
Lay your parts across the ground
Spread it out, strip it down
'Til I have just what I want
And nothing else to crowd around me
I started off without a plan
So I'll draw one out
Just by hand

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