hang up the phone and take off your clothes
tell me something that no one else knows
don't turn away when i look in your eyes
i'm lookin' past tears and seeing through lies
the rain falls quietly outside
be my shelter to run and hide
keep warm when i'm at scared night
fill my soul with holy light
holy light
we can move to new york
i'll work in a bar
and write
in our one bedroom flat
you'll play your guitar
at night
and fall asleep with me
and fall asleep with me
and fall asleep with me
and fall asleep with me
with me
with me
with me
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