Closure In Moscow
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Mauerbauertraurigkeit

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Mauerbauertraurigkeit

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I made a desert

Called it peace, broken with a topaz fist

Do you know you're a lovely old soul?

Fruit of my dawn, a mist settled in my marrow

Through my heart like an arrow

I feel bruises between hemispheres

Left by sweet proximity, squandered in your fair city

Where I spent all my time getting high

Feeling so worried, out of my mind

But in my darkest throes, you could have been my open door

Now I keep falling out of myself

Out of space and time where I'm never going to leave you

Where you're mine, I'll never stray

Oh, I ask you to stay, but still I fade

I made a desert

Shadows on the vector with a shade of chrome

Underneath blue skies

I stepped around my own encryption code

With you in my marrow, through my heart like an arrow

Covet you, and I'll creep by the note you left

In a bountiful dwelling

Where I spent all my time getting high

Feeling so worried, out of my mind

But in my darkest throes, yeah, you could be my open door

But I keep falling out of myself

Out of space and time where I'm never going to leave you

Where you're mine, I'll never stray

Oh, I ask you to stay, but still I fade

So I'll attach my ghost unto your sweetness

Through the white noise, white noise

So that you may visit me in the night

The night shows you are sleek; I am Tinder

Ember that I harbor (in you I grow so tired, in you I grow so tired)

Do you know you're a lovely old soul?

Fruit of my dawn, a mist settled within my marrow

Oh, but you don't know. No, you don't know, you don't know

You're the hymn on the pulpit; the arch up above

The marigold thunder I hear on the distant storm

Oh, I still feel it's reign in my bones

It's the sinew of my merit that is swelling with your love

As swift as it is tender, it echoes through my soul

Without it, I'm left in this moment

With all I wanted to say

And I keep falling out of myself

Out of space and time where I'm never going to leave you

Where you're mine, I'll never stray

Oh, I ask you to stay, but still I fade

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