It's like a wire this cush of touch
That holds me near expect so much
No disregard will tie me down
I will be waiting, waiting for hours
50 or 60 she'll leave me completely
And one of us will coolly hold the other's hand
No metaphor for this that I can understand
It's like a wire this cush of touch
That holds me near expect so much
No disregard no dieless charm
I will be waiting, waiting for hours
I'll be waiting in the shadows of the dead of night (x8)
Hold me and swathe me remember me daily
And all that will remain of us is photographs
No metaphors for this that I can understand
It's like a wire this cush of touch
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That holds me near expect so much
No disregard will tie me down
I will be waiting, waiting for hours
I'll be waiting in the shadows of the dead of night (x8)
It's like a wire this cush of touch
That holds me near expect so much
No disregard will tie me down
I will be waiting, waiting for hours