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I drag this poem 'cross your weary thighs For the minstrel lays his head where he can cry And his gasps for air become your sultry sighs Time lingers for a moment before it dies Time lingers for a moment before it dies This window has a crack that looks like rain The storm held back by this ancient pane And the thunder breaks a silence once contained By the mercy that you offered me again By the mercy that you offered me again So we hold onto the throes of a clumsy dance Bluffing time with a broken gambler's chance Letting go of futures free and the shackled past We never know which kiss will be our last No we never know which kiss will be our last As your voice cracked the sky in perfect song I wept and merely tried to hum along In a world that yearned to riddle me with shame Your ember came and saved this tired flame Your ember came and saved this tired flame We cling to every cloud we see above Just a wisp of flimsy vapor feels like love And the trees that try to teach us with the wind They sigh at our beginning and our end They sigh at our beginning and our end So we hold onto the throes of a clumsy dance Mocking time for a brief and cruel chance As the future forms the circle to our past We never know which kiss will be our last No we never know which kiss will be our last