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I start to hear familiar piano chords

The release from these dusty old swords

I search for that old sound to find you

You've paid your long overdue

Starting over with this old and new

Seeing your bright green eyes shine

Waiting for me to call you mine

Getting that dancing smile glance

This may be my only second hand chance

To ever have to be together again

Leaving all regrets and failures in my den

Meaningless to my own ear

I just want to be with you, my dear

The trumpets call out from the distance

Your Christian angel hood showers over your face

I’m trying to get to your heart without haste

Just thinking of new possibilities

Contemplating these new utilities

Even if we aren't meant to be

Just to hear your voice is love to me

Chatting in that old car of yours

Shutting those tender thought doors

Romancing back to those February days of love

She’ll wait and fly into the purple night sky

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Written by
tobias-graves
American
Published
Jun 26, 2013
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