You left your black gloves on my table
You left your dark horse in my stable
Thinking of a way, to get you to stay
And I promise to fight the wind and wait for you...
...are an owl, with tired eyes
I am a scarecrow in disguise
We often go out pacing
When all I want to do is stay inside and lookout the window...
...with you
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