an imperfection, you and me
together we remain enchanted
forever free from agony
the trafic lights that skim the city
immaculate the skies, the stars
and in my path convincing eternity
we have seen night lifted by your arm
i'll be there
and vanish in the air
i declare
we will live without a care
i'm aware
it's a sickness i can't shake
i'm wide awake, and i declare...i'll be there
the sands of time are grey and rustling
strange years coarsing like a sword
a statistician's almost touching
the bitter cold, the blackened soul
i'll be there
and vanish in the air
i declare
we will live without a care
i'm aware
it's a sickness i can't shake
i'm wide awake, and i declare...i'll be there
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