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Time begins to slow

In a blaze of bright eyes

And a love that was never meant to be

Farewell to the sun again

I wish you the best in your new bed

Do you think you could have the servant send a postcard

Hold the moon

I'll be gathering clouds

The stars may dissapear

But they will always come around

I am growing a pillar in my back yard

I hope the fire will never go out

It can keep our love strong

I am spreading garlic along the city block

Maybe those memories won't be coming back

And you will finally be gone

Just hold the moon for me baby

I will be gathering clouds

The stars may always dissapear come light

But they will always be around

They will always come around