I know somewhere to my left is an undying coast
I think of it in the night, when I know I need it most
I see the way the landscapers upturned by the violence
Are these torches meant to fill the unending silence?
Are these and fields on a stretch of highway
The bright plain smiling as I'm calling out your name
I do what I want
You won't see me anymore
Your face in my door
Oh I'll turn you away, don't make yourself comfortable, love
You used to say
When are you comin' back?
Then came
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