are you looking for me now'
and I can feel you near somehow
upon the cradle's edge I stand
waiting to tumble in your hands
I fall like a weightless ball
you tirelessly carry me and set me down
only to feel the ground is firm beneath my feet

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so I'm looking at you now
with your eyes closed on the couch
little rivers on my face
are you dreaming of my space and time, my captured mind
hanging on your words
you wake from sleep and glance at me
will we ever get there'

what about the world I knew'
it was night until you came [maybe...]
now that none of it is true,
[unintelligible]
and fan the flame

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