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I pressed my ear to your chest And heard something personal. A whisper that knew my name. Is it how your heart treats all strangers? With love and affection? Then I feel cold and empty. I've got a sense of urgency. I've got to make this happen. No stone unturned. I've got a sense of urgency. I've got to make something happen. No stone unturned. I held your hand while you were sleeping The whole night you griped to mine. A grip that begged me to stay. Is this how your limbs treat all strangers? With love and affection? Then I fell weak and empty. Strangers don't hide. The morning hunts you down. And there's nothing stranger Than to love someone. I heard the water beat at your skin A shower of discipline, as heavy as iron. And I imagined the hand that gripped mine. Now gripping the gaps in the tiles. Just holding on tight. |