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Suddenly she starts to think
Perched by coiled oak trees
Think lady’s legs walking by
She’s back down the same street
I have no words except what’s rehearsed
Recorded and placed
Imprints on time
I’ve tried to rewind
So I could save face
To the people I’ve never met
I’m waiting for the bed we’ll all share
I do not know why we are here
All that I know is I will be where you are
She’s silent save when she speaks
In screams or in whispers
I catch her voice drifting on
The breeze or the water
To the people I’ve never met
I’m waiting for the bed we’ll all share
I do not know why we are here
All that I know is where we are
There comes a time when a man has to ramble
But what would I say to you…
