when we meet on neutral ground,

i can't belive how good you look.


and the thoughts that race around my mind,

fill a long unreadable book and



i can feel the waves,

i can sense the continents eroding,

you say you know why i called you here,

but you couldn't have any way of knowing, so

that's not true.

that's a mean thing to say.

that's a damnable lie.

that's a damnable lie.



looking at you, and i don't know

what it is i see

and i know you're changing, almost indetectably.



and i see a ship off the shore

and i imagine it sinking.

and you smile and you say that you know

what it is that i'm thinking.

that's not true.

that's a rotten thing to say.

that's a damnable lie.

that's a damnable lie.

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