Harp

It's time I've got
You're back
in stills, in starts
Divide me back
and send this over us

Such a cold place that I can see
it makes sense now
and I won't doubt
you're being your old self now

On the littlest things
she dwells and she harps
And the littlest things
we overcome

Such a cold place that I can see
The storm and it's all is wired
and your beauty
I'm like digging it all
and there's no surprises
I'm like stumbling on
Did you move time for me
Did you call this storm
and watch it go by



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Ayre
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