by James Raymond
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Hands tucked under her arms It's cold out there and it's cold in here Like a sister sailing ship Paired against the sea She holds on... she holds on Arms too empty, Heart too true Voice too distant, Eyes too blue The wet stone echoes sound to me The footfalls hers alone she walks on... she moves on Dream and sweet reality if she returns are one I hold on... I hold on Arms too empty, Heart too true Voice too distant, Eyes too blue (instr.) (Chorus) (1st verse...fine) copyright 1999 James Raymond - all rights reserved |
