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• Artiste: Hightide Hotel
• Titre: Closer
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In morning's first light on still folded sheets After the sorriest excuse for a good night's sleep We laid for hours that stretched into weeks And after each pause, we traded thoughts and you'd softly speak And it was faint, but I still made it out All my own doubts falling out of another person's mouth Oh, what a voice, oh, what a voice How I did rejoice In your parents' house, in your childhood bed I watched the rise and fall of your ribcage with every breath Making a makeshift space for me to rest my heavy head And in that place, in those quiet days, I could hear it best And I was calm, somehow while so distressed When I heard my own heart beating in another person's chest Oh, what a sound, oh, what a sound Oh, I felt so found And it resonates Rolls 'round my skull and all around and throughout my brain And I squirm, I twist and shake As it courses its way through each and every vein And it reverberates throughout my vertebrae Oh, what a sound, oh, how I did shake Almost restoring my long lost and fleeting faith in fate I gave our love a sound I passed the word around