Two Hundred And Twenty Six Days – The Ghost Of Paul Revere
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Two hundred and twenty six days or eight weeks That’s what the fortune teller gave me And all that’s left, together in silence That’s what she gave me
A figure eight She’s lying awake on the bathroom floor All I take Leaves me prying at the closing doors Wordless space Somewhere north of nothing anymore, more
Two hundred and twenty six days Forget the fragments that you made All that’s left Together in togetherness That’s what she gave me
A figure eight She’s lying awake on the bathroom floor All I take Leaves me prying at the closing doors Wordless space Somewhere north of nothing anymore, more
To wonder and count the ways in which a fate speaks The gypsy smiled at the cards before me And all that’s left Together in loneliness Yeah that’s what she gave us
A figure eight She’s lying awake on the bathroom floor All I take Leaves me prying at the closing doors Wordless space Somewhere north of nothing anymore, more