Setting sun and no questions to be made now.
We have reached what is known as an unstoppable end.
A train going so fast that it missed out so many suicides.
And now you're holding someone else’s hand,
there’s nothing I can do to stop these thoughts.
It was always you who found my missing socks
and now I’m not wearing a pair,
you’re not touching my hair.
I’m here and you’re there
and there’s nothing we can do.
Cause magic is also temporary and if you think that’s sad,
look at your mum and dad,
that’s all the answers you’ll ever get.
And please whatever you do, don’t forget
how nice it felt to sleep together while it rained.
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