There’s an idiom about you;
you clutching at old words.
Wondering about you again;
again I make haste slowly.
Frightened by the night sky;
sky dreams telling me lies.
Waiting for your love again;
again you’ll choose to hide.

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There’s an idiom about you;
you clutching at old words.
Wondering about you again;
again I make haste slowly.
Frightened by the night sky;
sky dreams telling me lies.
Waiting for your love again;
again you’ll choose to hide.
