Glow is low and it's dimming
And the silence is ringing
I can almost feel your breath
I can almost feel the rest
Night is young and we're living
Hands move, moving steady
The time's moving slow
I can feel we're getting closer, closer
Standing in the eye of the storm
My eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips
And the center of eclipse
In total darkness I reach out and touch
My mind's gonna racing
young
trust
touch
total
these
storm
silence
ringing
reach
night
moving
pieces
chances
already
taken
choose
center
build
almost
things
ground
ready
closer
racing
broken
answers
living
standing
breath
loose
darkness
gonna
horse
rules
dimming
eclipse
escaping
start
hands
getting
steady
gotta
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