Meet me in the middle
Half way up the waterfall
Where the treble is forgotten
And the bass is lost in the softening
And the echo the echo in your eyes wakes you in the night
Meets the echo the echo of the voice that cries, leaves me far behind
And nothing here is static, even the polestar drifts
As you give me circling words, rearrange me with your lips
And the water swells and surges down
How the water falls to wake the ground
The water swells and surges down
How the water falls to wake the ground
And you say orchestral display, visuals of everything you say
Listen close to everything i say, you listen close as weather gathers round, around the day
And nothing here is static, even the polestar drifts
As you give me circling words
Rearrange me with your lips

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