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The Weather Station

March

 

March

(album: The Line - 2009)


Thought I was the hunter, thought I was the hero
But, I see I'm just the runner, out on the road
It came up from my feet and I did not see it coming
It would change no direction for me, what is a weapon?

Sat witness on yer bed, wrapped the pillow round my head
'Cause I could not believe it (Though you lay just overhead)
You must have left me or I've left you
Or, somehow, I have betrayed you

I'll wait, I'll find you
I'll wait, I'll wait

You are a narrowing line, a steady erosion
A song, giving way to a broken roar
A layering of mistakes, no way to measure what's taken
What is omitted and is silenced
What was and is not

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