You are the water silent passing stone,
I'd rather drown, than dry out all alone.
This is what your lips say to assure me that they're mine,
but it takes more than words and words from time to time.
So could you hold me, hold me tonight?
Cause it's freezing here outside.
Hold Me, hold me tonight.
And you're all the fires shaping my own land,
melting me softly with my neck inside your hand.
You are the nightfall untouched by city lights,
widen my eyesight to indulge in the whole night.
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