Ten of Swords

I'll imagine you happy
Watching a dark sail
Catching the snow in a gale

But only your traces survive
And they'll never take you alive

Waxwings smother the ice sheets
A quiet that you need
As you walk through the ocean to me

But you know what daydreams are like
And they'll never take you alive

Gross-out Man give back the ring
You know that I love everything

I have gotta stop drinking
Whenever I see you
But I wanna see you



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Writer(s): Adam Maric-cleaver
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