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• Artiste: Bob Mould
• Titre: Old Highs New Lows
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We lock the gaze tightly upon each other No others come near, no others come between As you remain beside me muted and studying In beauty and radiant heat I will write the words I want to hear you say On a page torn from my diary I'll hand you the sacred text and wait for you to place it Across the hole in my heart, smoothing the edges from the center Affixing it in place with sugar water and saliva I want you to read these words to me every day And this is where the thought resides Stuck upon my heart, on the outside I am speechless in your beauty, you are flawless in my eyes As your eyes show my reflection I try to ignore the decay and listen harder to the tone The pitch of your broad chest as it exhales into mine Old highs, new lows. Ain't that how life goes.