I think of us lately all dressed to the night
I think of us lying and so calmed in wine
I think of us brething and brething in time
We are the beaters that drum in the night
And the silence comes
And you can't help but sigh
We exhale when the battle is won
You exhale and the thread is undone
You're the forest each side of the road
You're the swimmer with pockets of stones
Oh in me you are the kite string and the anchor rope
I think of us sleeping to some warmer climes
Walking out into the cold empty tide
I think of us dancing, oh dancing all night
Walking home later and later at night
You're falling to sleep for the very last time
It's oh nice to see
That look in your eyes
And the people they beg, to see you again
So put on your shoes
Take off from your mind
And the silence comes
And you can't help but sight
And you can't help but sigh
We exhale when the battle is won
You exhale and the thread is undone
You're the forest each side of the road
You're the swimmer with pockets of stones
Oh in me you are the kite string and the anchor rope
The kite string and the anchor rope
The kite string and the anchor rope
The kite string and the anchor rope

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