Sunday, 12 April 2009

Waterslide

We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel a pull to you.
And yet I feel a pull to you.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel you falling close,
And yet I feel you falling close.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel you drawing near.
And yet I feel you drawing near.

We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel me drawing near.
And yet you feel me drawing near.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel me falling close,
And yet you feel me falling close.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel a pull to me.
And yet you feel a pull to me.

We're the pipe
That makes the spiral
And only you exist,
And so I feel a love for you
As you rocket round the bend.

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