I don't think you like it
me knowing you this well
you cannot tell me now
but I don't really mind
that you saw my dreams
still if you were here
you'd see through me
a little bit crazed
obsessed a trifle
I don't know
maybe possessed
the leaves are turning
in my cold world now
a bell rings in my ear
and a clock is ticking
I told you it was OK
you knew I lied
now I am old
green eyed girl songs
conceal lost rhythms
ah but I do remember
it makes me choke tears
and tremble with fear
till I find you again
and come to rest again
in your dreaming arms
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