Walking backwards into the night.
Bodies, angels and musical peaks.
Dreamed upby you and me in our sleep.
Walking backwards into the night.
Cought tight in the sheets.
Our Dreams entangled twisted by your heat.
You come walking over pillows and sheets.
It's the coldest part of the night.
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