Yeah, you're so close now/my words coming thru
I'm sick from this longing, but what can I do?
I'm hanging on still to this thin thread
I'm clinging on to the one thing that you
never had...
and I ran across a desert
and it took a thousand years
but I was never afraid of anything
'cos there was nothing left for me to fear
and I sailed across an ocean
on all American violent winds
on my way towards something
something my eyes had never seen
and if your world is mine
and if your words are mine
and if your blood is mine
- how could I ever leave it behind?
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