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Actions speak louder than words I could not imagine to be mine. I'm staring into curious space most of the time. But I got to keep going, and I've got to keep singing this song If it's but my calling to do, (ooh) Would you turn around all the way in the middle of the road. Father I get tired of you. Why did you come? So I continue on, sitting beside you, knowing all of these things will blow by fast before the landscape disappears. Sitting in this shallow moonlight only to see your face so bright lost inside my head again. And the metaphors are flying all the way to the end of your life. We hide ourselves in sacraments left behind. And the great white whale is coming this way I know with his great white tail holding up all my expectations. With a moon so bright you can never find sleep staring at the path that is laid out so sweet. It's a bad mistake to leave without a consultation. Sitting beside you, knowing all of these things will blow by faster before the landscape disappears. Lost inside my head again. Sitting in this shallow moonlight only to see you face so bright lost inside my head again. |