Night rests her head on the moon.
I did not figure you into this life
aren't you from one of those
we lived back then so happy
too much water and then none at all
we traveled to Yermo and back
spiders gathered under rocks sticks dust
Maybe you'll become a week a day my life
if not now then when the singer sings it
I am captured held hostage
by your smile just like all the others
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