It's late at night and I'm trying to sleep,
But the city noises disagree. The party-people's voices riding on the wind. And I recall a familiar place,
Outside the realm of time and space,
A quiet bubble that was waiting to be pierced.
I sat beside a beautiful face,
Watching boats roll on the waves,
At the bottom of the stairs beside the stream,
Where I would hold you,
I would hold.
And every time I pass that street,
And see the weeping willow trees, It reminds me of the time we said goodbye.
And everything would disappear, Just your eyes would remain clear, A vanilla window leading to your soul, Where I would hold you,
I would hold you, I would hold, The moon upon a string, fuller, until the day begins. And I would knock upon your door,
Knowing you'd be home. And I would hold you, I would hold.
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