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Artiste: Matt Paxton
Titre: Gates of Rain

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I wonder through the season
Stepping through your gates of rain
My ghost meets you in morning
As I celebrate your fame
And those little things you do
That I won't describe to you
Because I hope they never leave
Like all these memories
And we dream that they'll find out
With our secrets in their mouths
And the ways we move about
Shines our bright light through their clouds
So we use that light for fire
Or at least to form our plans
Your lips burn holes in reason
With your eyes in great demand 
You meet me in my castle high
Make me shake and not comply
To rules so far from my mind
Trapped in cities made by time
Take me somewhere far away
Where water's deep and paint cheap
Where lovers hide from wide eyes
Where I am yours and you are mine

I wonder through the season
Stepping through our gates of rain
My ghost meets you in night time
As I understand our pain
And those little things you do
So that I discover you
With me your wheel man
And her my harbor moon
We dream to be released 
With those secrets that we keep
Like the gold that's burried deep
Underneathe these one way streets
So I kick around the stones
And I dig my way back home
Where your ghost hangs off my bones
Where your voice still haunts my throne 
Take me somewhere far away
Where water's deep and paint cheap
Where lovers hide from wide eyes
Where I am yours and you are mine