Though I think I might come to hold your hand
And rest with you in comfort silently
And walk with you across the sunken land.
And maybe time will soften all our sides
And our sharp edges will be rounded down,
Across the sky the sun it gently glides,
Let happiness replace that heavy frown.
I want to burst with joy at times you know
I want to stand and laugh until I cry
I want to tie my life up in a bow
And throw it out across the evening sky.
What would it be if you and I were friends?
A decompression chamber with the bends.
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