I may not know which way I'll go
but every time you walk near,
I get this rush, some kind of lush
orchestration in my ears.
And I will try
This little heart, it's beating starts
and never seems to disappear.
The perfect mark, the perfect scars
whenever you are in the air.
And I will try
Nothing but silence can sell or control what has been,
and lately the sirens have taken their blood from the wings
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