AS THINGS COLLIDE:
You have this way of dipping in and out of sight as things collide...
Bridges burning softly in the night...
And you have this way of falling in and out of time as it goes by...
Passing silently with no goodbye...
And I've spoken with all the other angels...
They don't know what to do....
And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do....
Telegram came today from a friend...
Saying, "Where in the hell have you been?..
Where are you going?"...
I said, "I don't know, does the loneliness show?...
And if so does it ever end?"...
And I've spoken with all the other angels...
They don't know what to do....
And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do....
You have this way of meaning everything and nothing to me at the same time....
Returning my hellos with goodbyes...
And I've spoken with all the other angels...
They don't know what to do....
And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do....
And I've spoken with all the other angels...
They don't know what to do....
And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do....
And I've spoken with all the other angels...
They don't know what to do....
And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do....
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