Echoes To You

Dead Moon

Compositor: Fred Cole

I dont want the hour to fade
I dont want to make the break
I dont want a conversation
With the echos of a dying nation
I just want to spread your wings beneath my sky

I dont want to pale the light
I dont want to lose you twice
I dont want an explanation
Like the echos in the waiting station
I just want to spread your wings beneath my sky

I dont want to forget you
I dont want a perfect blue
I dont want to know the answer
Like the echos of an aging dancer
Just want to spread your wings benesth my sky

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