Из альбома: I’m Like a Virgin Losing a Child

Don't let them see you cry
When the dam breaks down and the city is covered in water
Cause I believe we fly

When the moon takes shape and I dose off, on your shoulders

I trust that you see it too

So breathe while you're alive
Let the big band play as you tap leather with your fingers
And I tried to write in style
But the words just come and I write them as soon as I see them

And I trust that you write them too
And I trust that you love me too

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