The silence isn't so bad,
'Til i look at my hands and feel sad, cause
I'll find repose in new ways,
Though i havnt slept in two days,
'Cause cold nostalgia,
Chills me to the bone.
But drenched in vanilla twilight,
I'll sit in the front porch all night,
Waist-deep in thought because,
When i think of you i dont feel so alone.
Very lovely song. (:
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