I notice all their whispers flutter in,
Late nights under the sea,
Bright lights shine out of sight,
When you're next to me,
And it's cold for me,
But not for you when it's just you,
I had more time but now it's gone,
We both run around,
Wrestle down the hills,
As our minds run through our souls,
We can find no place to blend,
We stare into the night,
Count me up enough stars,
That you want picked,
Hand wrapped in gold...
©retroletgo
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