Little talks
Of frozen time
As the two basked
In silhouette light
Of a lost autumn moon
Words longed
Of a lost autumn moon
Words longed
In rising rhythm
To speak
Eyes desperate to see
Lips made heavy
Lips made heavy
From words held back
Though
Though
They must be spoken
Yet
Action
Would come
When the time was right
Action
Would come
When the time was right
Til then he waited for her
In the silhouette light
Of a lost autumn moon
Of a lost autumn moon
sameness of the old same
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