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In the end

We'll all be dancing on the radio waves

In the end

We'll be the blink and blur of tiny stars

In the end

The galaxies will wrap around the fingers of the gods

In the end

The wind will be our voices singing

Fleshing trees of gleaming leaves

In the end you'll be there with me

We'll both be looking pretty

And no matter what is sifting

There's always some sort of loving

To be giving

In the end we'll be together

Only cause it's better to not be alone

In the end I'll feel the rushing

And the blood won't be lonely in my veins

And everyday I will pray

To some god who listens

Maybe it's only me

Who hears my whispers

In the end

Have somebody

So that no one's bones are pretend

In the end

Put your eyes back in

It's be easier to breathe that way

In the end

We'll all be dancing on the radio waves

In the end

We'll be little stars that blink and blur

In the end

The galaxies will wrap around the fingers of the gods

In the end

With winds that are our voices singing

Fleshing trees of gleaming leaves

The only easy leaving

Is one kept with recieving

So take both my hands

Look in both my eyes

I'll feel through your skins

And love what I find

In the end

Have somebody

So that no one's bones are pretend

In the end

Put your eyes back in

It'll be easier that way