But I love
the bones of you.
That I will
never escape.
And it's you
and it's
May
And we're sleeping
through the day
And I'm
five years ago
and three thousand
miles away
And I
can't move my arm
for fear
that you will wake
And I'm five years
ago
and three thousand
miles
away.
(Elbow - The Bones of You)
Sunday, February 20, 2011
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