Lately I find that you know me
better than I know myself,
like a woman who's lost herself
by the water's edge,
her reflecteion was taken by the tide,
I just want you around,
I want you around,
Seconds and hours pass slowly
I move them all by myself,
I can feel that I'm aging,
my hair is turning black,
there's a rythm behind it
that you can't know,
Still, I want you around,
'cause I'm more lost than found,
Shine a light on my misery,
wake the child from her sleep,
wipe the eyes of the dewy morning,
the waters so deep.

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