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Shadow's line the walls of the room A clock keeps time, an aching moon Lights are low, I turn the page The walls whisper their age Oh, where will we travel tonight, my dearest love Oh how I long to enter your world Will your arms take me afar To distant lands where we will warm ourselves on hot sands. Stories capture other times I try to read between the lines And like sand inside my shoe I feel you slipping inside And I will carry you on. And like sand inside my shoe I feel you slipping inside And I will carry you on |