Starting eerie but melodic and finnishing on a soaring high
Andrew Gilmore, Aru Strickand, Marc Hansen, Michael Nutsford
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Watching waves, this decorated silence
Is waving me down, to this pillowed roadside
Behind these waves, inside this haze
Most of these days, I hide behind my eyelids
And dream of you, and decorate the silence
Remember the days, when you could sleep like a baby
Sleep as sweet as sweet as you
Watching waves, as I hide my violence
And dream of you, and decorate the silence
Remember the Time, when time was never on your mind
Time enough to live, time enough to dream.
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