the grey makes you sick
color of things gone
stretched out like a shadow
stretched out like a shadow
the bed holds your shape
it tempts you back to
stretched out like your shadow
stretched out like your shadow
come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
leave what the future holds to be
happy holding me
come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
leave what the future holds to be
happy holding me
the night holds his scent
it tempts you back to
stretched out like his shadow
stretched out like his shadow
not afraid of the dark
but of things I do not see
stretched out in his shadow
stretched out in his shadow
come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
leave what the future holds to be
happy holding me
come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
leave what the future holds to be
happy holding me
when I grow old
I'll go back to the sea
10, 000 watery hands ask to greet me
oh water carry
my weight in windswept arms
oh constant friend, carry oooooooon
carry on

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