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What a dream that was
I almost couldn't wake because
I was frozen in bed with a zombie girl
Vacant as a closed-down fair
Sleep paralysis, sworn I could've felt you there
And I almost could've kissed your hair
But the emptiness withdrew me
From any kind of wishful prayer
Oh, emptiness
Tell me 'bout your nature
Maybe I've been getting you wrong
I cover you with questions
Cover you with explanations
Cover you with music
Then the next night
Dreaming I could feel your skin
But the dream escaped so easily
And I woke up to the road again
How your words ring through
Something kind of sweet and blue
And I knew that you'd been understanding
Everything that I'd said too
About emptiness
Tell me 'bout your nature
Maybe I've been getting you wrong
I cover you with questions
Cover you with explanations
Cover you with music
What's on your mind, what's on your mind?
What's on your mind, on your mind?
What's on your mind?
Burghold
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