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Cloud chaser Writing in smoke in the bathroom Keep yourself neat as a dresser drawer Moth tamer Open the door to your anger And the daylight spreads out like an angel Across your empty bed Time just falls apart In your hands Time just falls apart In your hands In your hands So kiss me Like you wanted to for hours Like our mouths were filled with flowers Like we'll never kiss again I tremble Like a blood red moon on the water And the room has lungs and it's breathing And I'm high on metaphors Time just falls apart In your hands Time just falls apart In your hands It's rising The day and a yellow sun And all I see is a slender form In the olive ashen light There are many things I've never seen There are many things I'll never see And I'm so glad you're not one of them
Writer(s): Calin Jean Peters, Martin Edgar Earley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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