2/16
Our hands, between you and me
the steel of the train
that rattles back on out to sea
against the thoughts in my head
the visions I see
of you falling overboard
with a smiling disease
can't wait now
the edge of the water
cold on the toes
taps my soul
cracks my soul
snaps my soul
it's a rythym
i could never spell rythem
it's all rhythm
always rhythm
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