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Day Has Arrived
To shatter
The Neck Of Nighttime
Your Plane It Burns In sunlight something Like Slowmotion
And All That We Can Hope For In
A Situation Like This Is to Leave It
With A Little Bit Of Grace
A Dream At Night About Your Presence Removed And The Next Time That I Drop This Anchor
LET IT BE YOUR HANDS
A Face Like A Lions From Fights On The Subway
And A Weekend Of Sleeping Well After your Departure
Day Has Arrived
To Shatter
The Neck Of Nighttime
As I Shield My Face With These Shaking Hands
When The Sun's Not In My Eyes I See How Lonely This Place Really Is
I Still Miss You And The Southwest Sends It's Love
LET IT BE YOUR HANDS
A constant Cluttering Of words, With No Ears To Receive Them - So At Least Promise Me
That You'll Send A Letter Once In A While
I Still Miss You, I Still Miss You
And The Southwest Sends It's Love