We stood until
Our feet fell in time/lined
The drawers with pretty things from/in
Our pockets the safe key
Opened all gates
Squeaky clean, greased/lightning faster
Than a speeding memory blinked back
A lemon/drop the high notes
We’ve a long way to go now/before
The fall/leaves us to hit the sky walking
Hand in hand come/back to battle
The threat of spring/time turns
To winter so quickly here/where a look
Is all we knew neither one could
More but that we both would
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