You are the deep water You are the thin ice The edge of the high cliff And the November fires You are my church bells And the silent early hours You are the ghost I hear Echo in the half-light Ecstacy and heart failure Trembling and pounding in the magic spell You are my wild flower and my wishing well The spinning cut crystal above my bed that dazzles and jabs me Indigo blue and postbox red I run away and away and away from you and everyone But you hide in all the places I try to hide I make believe I make excuses I make fun But you hide in all the places I try to hide Oh my love I know what I am A lost cause Selfish beyond forgiveness Oh my heart Knows what I am A lost cause Hopeless But can you know How my heart knows you The shallow water running from the deep water Running dry
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