No more wishes for the past, no lingering on
sage-a-souciers
And aspirations and fevers last,
the undertones are stronger here
And here I lie,
another morning arrives
Too far away from coming home
I see your face in the snow,
and inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow,
and outside the sun's too far away to feel
And here I lie,
another morning arrives
Too far away from coming home
And here I lie,
another morning arrives
Too far away
from coming home
And could we live
within the wake of aging life
When we're
too far away?
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