Sleep in a room that knows your name
Nights in a pile, your house arranged
Taped to the wall what's strong at all
Goes with you
Passion thrown and in and out of there
Burned on the wrist, make loving fists
For all who fight to sleep
I'm here by the wayside, you spinning before my eyes
Here, where the kids desire what we desire
Here, where I can clam up with the good times calling out the lies
Calling out the truth
Is I have held you closer than you'd imagine
Beaming in my hands
I have held you closer than you could imagine
Flying from my hands
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