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(альбом: Aeromantic - 2020)

Icicles of silence
Piercing through my armor
As she slips away
Fleeting like the breeze
Once I tried to love her
Lost in my delusions
Guess I didn't see
She never needed me

Talk to me
Won't you talk to me?
You're the remedy
For my starless visions
Hands on me
With your hands on me
Every nerve in me
Felt subcellular
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She is from an island
Once she wrote a letter
With its name attached
Wishing I was there
And I've watched her sleep
Trusting me to be there
When she's waking up
Skinless and aware

Talk to me
Won't you talk to me?
You're the remedy
For my starless visions
Hands on me
With your hands on me
Every nerve in me
Felt subcellular
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But if she was mine
Archipelagic, divine
Distant, yet removed
From space and time

Talk to me
Won't you talk to me?
You're the remedy
For my starless visions
Hands on me
With your hands on me
Every nerve in me
Felt subcellular
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