so take me to your secret room
hidden away from noise
and scents of all the life
where your kinds girls and mine are boys
and we both just get on fine
yeah we both just get on fine
cause i got your hand and im holdin on
blind through the willowed walk
of birches bows tangling in the emergent layer
praying to be spared like tires and into the evening
our jaunt continues.
i stop chasing you
and you turn and smile
and then you run away
and thats fine
yeah thats fine
cause its your secret room
not mine
so i've got to find the way
all my own. but thats fine too
there really isn't much that isn't anymore
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