Oh, where are you tonight?
The tingling in my fingers tell me that you're alright.
I know every way to say your name.
I know every sound it can make.
If you knew the things that spill out of my hands here, would you see things differently?
Would you picture my face when you think of the perfect woman?
These flightless worries and restless words haunt the spectre of who I used to be.
The tingling in my fingers tell me that you're alright.
I know every way to say your name.
I know every sound it can make.
If you knew the things that spill out of my hands here, would you see things differently?
Would you picture my face when you think of the perfect woman?
These flightless worries and restless words haunt the spectre of who I used to be.
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