dreaming world
tackle me and kiss my hair
it's been years
you thought i wouldn't remember
shouting at each other
a fascination with wednesdays
centripetal force
you say that my voice
hasn't changed
much and my heart hasn't changed
either
i took the high road
and you walked the valley
of the shadow of death
the things i have seen
do not stack up with yours
but show me anyway
show me
let me softly dream of the places
you have called home
the things and hands your hands have held
and hope that you will come back
and hold me someday
real world
your hair is longer than mine
it's been years
you think i would not remember
but i do
i remember when i wrote that song
for you and the way my lips still form
the words today
my voice hasn't changed and nor
have the words
real world
your hair is longer than mine
it's been years
you think i would not remember
but i do
i remember when i wrote that song
for you and the way my lips still form
the words today
my voice hasn't changed
and nor has my heart
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