Paroles de First Weeks
Through losing eyesIntentions
A perfect unconcern
Morning breaks in another day
And everything returns
Two parallel doves
With hearts holding out
It’s not enough
How to remove my last touch
Gently from his wrist
Or wait and kiss the iron from
Each other’s hair
Your last interest laid its weight against
Your tired boxer’s back
It’s left chains
Dancing on the furniture, I had you then
Too late to let your arms surround
Could hardly begin
With hearts holding out
It’s not enough
How to remove my last touch
Gently from his wrist
Or wait and kiss the iron from
Each other’s hair
Your last interest laid its weight against
Your tired boxer’s back
It’s left chains
Dancing on the furniture, I had you then
Too late to let your arms surround
Could hardly begin
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