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When you don't talk I see the question in your eyes
I stare a little longer, till it seems like an invite
The tape winds closed and spooled like bedtime

Joyous sleep with eyes
Looking forward to delight
Dream of the heat with you by my side
It's the morning i think
The morning i think oh

October lampshades so orange in the dark
Glowing little stretch marks across tired eyes
That barely now--they come apart
They look alive but they won't open open wide

Making love to pink sky
Waiting for a sign that wind will come by
Breeze on my cheek says hi
Red brick sorrow coming tomorrow
It's too big to disguise
October lampshades they orange up the dark