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Peace & Quiet
After the red ants, the black-out
Come peace and quiet.
Those little foot-prints
Fleshed out calm in my mind.
I lay like a compass,
Digits accusing the sunrise
Rain-drops abseil the window
And flinch through the hurt cries.
I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And the ticle of my bliss,
Pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me,
When my nerve is on the high wire.
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
After the hunt and the sweat now
Come peace and quiet.
Your head on my heart
Anchored the storm in my eyes.
I lay like a carcass
Your lips never letting the blood dry
And so I pray for tomorrow
And wait listening out for a reply.
I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And the ticle of my bliss,
Pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me,
When my nerve is on the high wire.
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And the ticle of my bliss,
Pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me,
When my nerve is on the high wire.
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
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My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
When my nerve is on the high wire.
I feel this great pressure coming down on me,
Pulling at your sympathy
And the ticle of my bliss,
I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
When my nerve is on the high wire.
I feel this great pressure coming down on me,
Pulling at your sympathy
And the ticle of my bliss,
I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And wait listening out for a reply.
And so I pray for tomorrow
Your lips never letting the blood dry
I lay like a carcass
Anchored the storm in my eyes.
Your head on my heart
Come peace and quiet.
After the hunt and the sweat now
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
When my nerve is on the high wire.
I feel this great pressure coming down on me,
Pulling at your sympathy
And the ticle of my bliss,
I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And flinch through the hurt cries.
Rain-drops abseil the window
Digits accusing the sunrise
I lay like a compass,
Fleshed out calm in my mind.
Those little foot-prints
Come peace and quiet.
After the red ants, the black-out
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