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Folded the page at the corner Stood naked as the moon Spoke down in ancient whispers To a fell tree, across the River Youth With dread in her breast pocket My wreath on a darker door Yoko's still on my television I'm still half asleep, with the windows ajar A dog barking in a black garden I watched you atomise before my eyes I was still a while shy of knowing This wasteland as my own design I stood twilit as Gabriel Heralds sang through the exit wound As the nights just kept falling and falling All I slept became a tendеr bruise All I slept becamе a tender bruise Out of a song-less dark I turn to you Up and over a shoulder With petrol rags on the fire, there was jubilee Hoisted high about the parapet Wrapt I slept, heavy-headed down in the weeds Jet plane's ascension was my end of days Heard we'd be coming down some place in the Everglades With no salvage left of which to speak Imagined damage is a heavy shade A dog barking in a black garden I watched you atomise before my eyes I was still a while shy of knowing This wasteland as my own design I stood twilit as Gabriel Heralds sang through the exit wound As the nights just kept falling and falling All I slept became a tender bruise All I slept became a tender bruise Out of a song-less dark I turn to you All I slept became a tender bruise Out of a song-less dark I turn to you All I slept, became a tender bruise Is there peace beyond the wreckage I've been carried here through?
Writer(s): Carron Miller, Edwin Mclachlan, James Callaghan, Leo Bargery, Liam Dempsey, Ryan Firth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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