from the "Hands In The Estuary, Torso In The Lake" Record
We're making love and we are doomed
Spring blood in bloom promises ruin
If I would write the songs
And you would right the wrongs
Which one of use would get the world to sing along
Somewhere far away from here
My dear, we're dying on the vine
And the distance falls the hardest of all
Clean as clear water and waiting
Only to collapse again
How long will it be
How long has it been
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