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Impossible
The Swell Season, Glen Hansard, Marketa Irglova
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We make half circles in the air
The sky falls under your feet
Fireworks extraordinaire
Every time that we meet
These hands long to reach the impossible
In any other circumstance
I'd have stepped off long ago
But this flame that you set to dance
Is only gonna do what it knows
These tongues long to speak the impossible
These hands long to reach the impossible
Your hands, your hands
They know me
They don't insist
They make no demands
They go, they go where they're needed
They gather me up
They roll me round easy when I'm stopped
Is it all timing you may ask
All this defying gravity
Are we equal to the task
Do I have your unwavering belief
These hands long to reach the impossible
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The scent, the taste
The rush, the haste
The touch and the beat
The lust and the heat
The sound, the look
The kiss, the hook
The grip and the glance
The slow, slow dance
The hunger, the wait
The build, the wait
The sure allure
Your hands, your hands
They know me
They don't insist
They make no demands
They go, they go where they're needed
They gather me up
They roll me round easy when I'm breaking off
Your hands, your hands
They hold me
They know me
Like the back of your hands
They go
They go where they're wanted
They swallow me up
They know when to push and when to stop
We make half circles in the air
The sky falls under your feet
Fireworks extraordinaire
Every time that we meet
These hands long to reach the impossible
These tongues long to speak the impossible
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