Текст песни 4.22 - Jeff Sontag
Catch
a
breath
off
the
tip
of
my
tongue,
Your
pulse
breaks
waves
on
the
pale
blue
drone.
Drinking
my
reflection
from
the
palm
of
your
hand,
I
pause
to
trace
all
the
lines
in
the
sand.
If
we
could,
Draw
our
skin
back
delicately
And
hang
it
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
could
we
go
Swim
like
ripples
on
the
still
of
the
dawn?
Feeding
on
dreams
and
wondering
at
stars.
It's
the
perfect
kind
of
calm
inside,
now
that
our
eyes
have
adjusted
I
can
finally
dive
a
bit
deeper,
this
weed's
got
me
feeling
divine.
We're
weaving
through
fields
filled
with
smoke
and
the
sky,
in
your
throat
there's
a
hope
in
between
whispered
laughter.
I
ask
where
you
been,
why
we
are,
what
you're
after.
The
answers
they
vanish,
you
gasp
and
imagine,
that
moment
of
stillness,
we're
spinning
in
ashes.
Can
you
see
over
there
that
spot
on
my
wall?
White
paint,
like
a
stain,
in
the
shape
of
a
closed
fist.
That's
where
it
shattered,
the
life
I
had
planned.
With
one
I
have
since
come
to
learn
how
to
not
love
and
looking
back
now
it's
all
kind
of
a
laugh.
Getting
lost
was
the
best
part
of
losing
it
all,
and
falling
I
found
how
to
live
with
the
clouds,
I
don't
say
much
at
all
but
I'm
loving
the
sound
of...
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