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41 & 20 55 I've got so much hate in my heart tonight but tonight we have no time so come closer close your eyes & my fingertips reaching out touch your

Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars evening rain is drifting in through spaces

please don't say a thing it's so simple just to let it all begin & I bend my head to kiss your lips again & stoop to touch your hand it's half past eight

Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet with rain August now has faded in the silence of the rain I remember one Sunday, riding in through

Mrs Jones and I were dreaming of the moon On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud And the mirage of a suburb in the rain On a train and drifting down

There's a place that we can go at the end of a long slow day streetlamps fuse the rising night I feel so far away when you came back late, from the

But I'll never sleep like this with all the yard just stirring in my mind As the evening rises up and falls now I've got something on my mind And I

am I only dreaming or is this the kelvin parade? watching a winter sun slowly drift into the shade leaving on Sunday so tired and alone a westerly service

I'm dreaming in A still and empty night And spooked by trains I leave the window's light Where Jude is trying on her rings And I'm just thinking everything