Winter fades to warmer days, and it thaws our recollection.
First it tingles, then it aches, From the likes there's no protection.
For the time is drawing nigh
You will lose those pretty eyes
So if seeing is believing, what are lies?
There she lay, her feline frame bids me pause for some reflection.
Is this grave of concrete gray the extent of her redemption?
For the time is drawing nigh
You will lose those pretty eyes
So if seeing is believing, what are lies?
Will you hitch a ride on a chariot of fire?
Will they lay you down on an ocean swell?
Will they lift you up high above the spires?
Will you sleep alone like the cat in the bottom of my window well?
Truth is true, and lie is lie, but hope is different altogether.
Dreamers swoon, and lovers sigh, but it pains you to know better.
You know better.
For the time is drawing nigh
You will lose those pretty eyes
So if seeing is believing, what are lies?
Will you hitch a ride on a chariot of fire?
Will they lay you down on an ocean swell?
Will they lift you up high above the spiers?
Will you sleep alone like the cat in the bottom of my window well?
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