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Are you in or are you out
The words are stones in my mouth
Hush little baby donīt you cry
Truth comes down
Strikes me in the eye
Turning season within
Brand new nails across my skin
But who am I to imply
That I was found
That I found you in the white
To overcome this
I become one with
The quiet cold of late November
If you donīt see
Iīll remain unseen
Until thereīs time to be remembered
So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not so far from a try
This is not our last goodbye
So I found you
Found a way all through
The quiet cold of inner darkness
And now that youīre here
It becomes so clear
I have waited for you always