it's not a question of wanting you.
if i thought i could,
i would.
as the clouds roll in at will,
and i got to keep moving,
to stand still.
still.
in the time it takes for you to wake,
the calm i feel has slipped away.
and i am left here in this open space.
it's not a question of wanting to.
if i thought i could,
i would,
but the clouds roll in at will.
and there's always something inside
that can't be killed,
that won't be still.
in the time it takes for you to wake,
the calm i feel has slipped away.
and i am left here in this open space.
the sufficating choice of
the sufficating choice of
the sufficating choice of anyway.
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