I out run your embrace
When I see those hands
I can't stand to see your face
When I see those hands
When I don't pay attention
You slap my head
And when I think about u
You move those hands
Face never changing
It's a delicate dance
Sometimes I don't believe you
But what's their to understand

We watch the sunset
As I hold you hands
The burnt orange ball settles
In the mohogony waves
As the last hint of color
Leaves the sky I beg
For time to live my way

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