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Hold me close.

I know it's freezing.

Toes are numb.

The sun is bleeding through the broken blinds in your free house.

Oh, I know it's moved so quickly.

The floor - it shook, you fell into me.

Every moment makes me lose my breath.

So hold me close in the back room of your house.

My lips won't be the same again.

Well, you can take the heart that is beating from my chest and you can take the memories from my head.

As we awoke beside each other, our innocence, it fell asunder and I would see that light go out again.

We were too young to not see clearly or old enough to finally keep the whole world outside of our heads?

So hold me close in the back room of your house.

My lips won't feel the same again.

Well you can take the heart that is beating from my chest and you will free these memories from my head.

You're not a failure, you're not a martyr, you're not the only one lost at sea.

I have seen things that made me stronger and I have felt the shore pining for me.

Did I want this?

Did I need this?

I'm the one who felt lost at sea.

Oh, we're either lovers or ex-lovers.

We cannot escape each other.

Language bound us eternally