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Itâs past check out at the St Markâs
and I donât want to leave the room
After bathing in the street lamps
filtered by blinds, smoke and you
A scent that canât be store bought,
sweet sweat from loversâ pores, how it pours
If I stand still a minute, can I pretend itâs one day more?
When all thatâs melted here between us, once was mine and now is yours
I want to walk through Strawberry Fields with you forever
I can Imagine all the candles on the flowers
If Love and Peace were so easily reached
The world would roll the way that we do - for hours and hours
I know both of us are hungry
but we donât want for food to eat
Just a none too subtle pretext
for another chance to meet
I hold the door wide open
and pray youâll come inside
My open heart on my sleeve, I have found no desire left to hide
With my ticket to this dance Iâm going to take my chance with you on this ride