And my imagination shapes you
Kneading you to need me
Like I need you so
Mould the clay
...
Come with me
Place your hand in mine
You’ve been wanting to get away
And now is the time
...
Straying in to stormy weather
Our love was a weather balloon
And when the going got tough
You let go too soon
...
The animals tumble
A fall from their cradle, from
Their rest in the crescent of the moon
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