Was five in the morning
with lights creeping by
hiding its face from me
in the border skies.
I don't see the fault lines in the September haze
and you see them clearly
and that's when you leave.
ooohhh ooohhh
And I like the silence
in your sundazed zones
I know you must go now
and don't be so alone.
And I'll catch your sadness
as it falls from the trees
and I'll keep it safe for you,
or just keep it for me.
ooohhh ooohhh
ooohhh ooohhhh

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