Thursday, 11 August 2011


Do the walls come down When you think of me?
Do your eyes grow dim?
Do the walls come down When you think of me?
Do you let me in?

Nothing like a rainy night
To set your heart rememberin'
Nothing like a vivid dream
To take you back again

When you think of me Do your eyes grow dim?
Do the walls come down When you think of me?
Do you let me in?

Something in my pocket
That was written years ago
In faded ink says,
'You are my fire'
Do you think so...

Is it easier for you to say
You never loved me anyway
Or do you hide me in your attic trunk
...Like a stowaway?

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