You
With room to finally fall and the calm it's crashing down from it all
You hear a lover's call, some faint some frightening
Me waiting on it all
And I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sun
And I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sun
Some leave, some quiet at, some distances come fast
And it's then the light turns
And quick your eyes turn back, all is fickle, faint and flat
A graceful gallant burn
And I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sun
And I'm, I'm, I'm under some kind of sun
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