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Mayday
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Romanticism (...can i withstand your steps,
i wondered on your finger tips
i wandered off your finger tips,
looking for one more thought..)
well i lost your senses
when i lost my head
damage extensive
reaching your expense
eat i with lead pencils
write i with steel forks
in plates of glassware
hide i metaphors
you're not reading
you're running for your life
well its right here
even if its out of sight
you were pacing
you were stepping on my mind
well come back here
the beats out of time
well i lost your stencils
and i've lost my gift
damage extensive
not to draw you in
you're not posing
you threw on formal clothes
and a brave face
in the middle of the night
you were pacing
you were stepping on my mind
well come back here
the beats out of time
the glass is empty
as far as i can see
but sinse you left
love seems blind to me
can i withstand the fog
will i cross on red
will the sea clear way to cave
only appear to open
mayday-you don't read me
you're running for your life
well its right here
slowly sinking out of sight
you were swimming
you were paddling my mind
well come back here
didn't mean tears to dry
(you've found solid ground,
six feet under my eyes)
