I will not look in your direction
I will not be so enthralled, here
You're in the sands of my confessions
If you catch I will fall silouette like a doll
So throw out the sand quilt
It burned alone
You're caught in her swift redemption of her plump eyes
And you remember these moments
Speaking softly in her ear
Getting lost in the dark curls
And the purfume of her hair
Laa Laa
Lay under a sand quilt
I turn to you
I'm caught in a swift redemption yeah
Like I'm fourteen and staring at the moon

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