I find shelter, in this way; under cover, hide away.
Can you hear, when I say?
I have never felt this way.
Maybe I had said, something that was wrong.
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on?
Maybe I had said, something that was wrong
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on?
Could I be, was I there? It felt so crystal in the air.
I still want to drown, whenever you leave.
Please teach me gently, how to breathe.
And I'll cross oceans, like never before,
so you can feel the way I feel it too.
And I'll mirror images back at you, so you can see the way I feel it too.

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