الكلمات الأصلية
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Waiting doors
Slept to waste the time until I hear the sound
Of your footsteps climbing up the porch as it rains
Trembling voices propogate these rooms
I keep my eyes closed and listen to the noise
Pull the sound that lingers through the space that fills this house around
Was I alone in dreams are something good?
Something good
Water stains
On the pillow where we lay our heads
Do they say that I was sleeping
When away do I wait shadows climb window fading days
As I trace the light that flickers through the room
Pull the sound that lingers through the space that fills this house around
Was I alone in dreams are something good?
