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Jan 2015
We're standing empty
like that long left house
dust on our hands
and the smoke in your eyes
the air's strange in here
it's a strange place to be.

Do you remember
how home used to be
in somebody's arms
with the sun in your hair
now there's nobody here, just you and me
we're strangers here
it's a strange place to be.

Fill these hollow rooms between my ribs
light the candle bright behind your eyes
Oh this empty space devours me
Feel like there's somewhere we're supposed to be
Where are we? Where are we?
This strange place to be.

Strange place, strange place
somewhere between moonlight
and an un-amazing grace
Somehow I found you and you found me
here in the dark
in this strange place to be.

Come find me, please.
Find me, please.
Frightened Rabbit Musings
Elaenor Aisling
Written by
Elaenor Aisling  27/F/body in U.S. heart in U.K
(27/F/body in U.S. heart in U.K)   
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   ---, erin, ---, Jon Shierling and r
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