on monday morning running late for for work
every frown looks just the same every day is stuck in vain
finding my way
in the crowded tube passing the eyes of these still mutes
i conincidentially see you
your eyes are shining
framed in a hood
suddenly ivy branches
cover you
and we're surrounded by the piney woods
and we're rejoicing like two lovers should
into the light
i smell your red hair
floating in the wood
hold my hand don't let it go
i can't run that fast my love
madly blinded
by your porcelain skin
i am tubmling down the stream
to recollect what i've just seen
now tell me stories
of your old life
about those places
we'll leave behind
let's make mistakes
stay here for good
you'll be the mermaid
of this cursed wood
into the night
everything's so bright
now tell me stories
of your old life
about those places
we'll leave behind
let's make mistakes
stay here for good
you'll be the mermaid
of this cursed wood
into the night
everything's so bright

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