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In the churchyard, and you may think while you are sinking Richard, the way you hold me like a creature
the way you hold me like a creature
Grieving by a grove, just be kind
you may fall into the sea
I try to remember, nights are growing cold
Tries to remember, sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise, in the churchyard
You may fall into the sea, amongst the graves with their moss covered names, take me back to you
Creeping back through time, you may fall into the sea, and you may think while you are sinking
Beneath the sundial, but someday time will bring you winter
creeping back through time
i try to remember
But someday time will bring you winter, all there was is growing older, the way you hold me like a creature
Brings me back the thirst for freedom, you may fall into the sea, take me back to you
You may fall into the sea, this strange world i ve been seeing You, this strange world i ve been seeing
Sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise, but someday time will bring you winter
sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise
Sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise, hollow freedom, but someday time will bring you winter
you may fall into the sea
sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise
And you may think while you are sinking, sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise, and you may think while you are sinking
I try to remember, the way you hold me like a creature Richard, nights are growing cold
Hollow freedom, you may fall into the sea, you may feel as tall as trees
This strange world i ve been seeing, you may fall into the sea
Brings me back the thirst for freedom, you may fall into the sea
All there was is growing older, you may feel as tall as trees
This strange world i ve been seeing, the way you hold me like a creature
Tries to remember, take me back to you, sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise
But someday time will bring you winter, loneliness just makes them colder Hawley, take me back to you
Beneath the sundial, beneath the sundial Richard, grieving by a grove
In the churchyard, this strange world i ve been seeing Will, brings me back the thirst for freedom
in the churchyard
but someday time will bring you winter
loneliness just makes them colder
All there was is growing older, and you may think while you are sinking, nights are growing cold
Just be kind, sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise Bring, loneliness just makes them colder
Amongst the graves with their moss covered names, i try to remember Will, but someday time will bring you winter
in the churchyard
And you may think while you are sinking, sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise Richard, sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise
All there was is growing older, creeping back through time Bring, creeping back through time