A Hand at Dusk Lyrics

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there's a hand at dusk
in the wake in the water its mine
can you take the palm of it
for every time you change your mind
you are the flash of skin
seen through the leaves of anxious trees
the summer's touch just above the knee
just above the knee
there's architecture here
and there are mountain peaks, oh-oh
and places dwelled upon by those
who climb much higher than me
like so many miles you are compiled
into books of maps by men with hands
can you believe that we will all get old
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it's getting old i know, i know
i'll hold your hair back when you're sick
it's getting old i know, i know
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
it's getting old i know, i know
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
it's getting old, it's getting old
the emperor of time has been stationed
where the cave ends, it melts into all forms of light
i shall crack his dwelling
and chase him to the far shores of the sea
implicate my own dark appetite
the emperor of time has been stationed
where the cave ends, it melts into all forms of light
i shall crush his dwelling
and chase him to the white shores of the sea
implicate my own appetite