take your face out from behind your hands.
Let me see your eyes.
Let me listen to your secrets,
I'll let you tell me lies.
We are standing alone in this empty room.
No pictures on the dresser,
and a corner without a broom.
I'm hoping the wind will carry you to me,
I'm hoping this time we can run free.
Give me all your worries, and cry on my shoulder.
These walls and halls, miss the jovial faces.
The piano sits silently, hasn't made a sound in ages.
Outside on the patio, next to the bbq.
You were talking to me, and I was looking at you.
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