I listen for secrets hidden in whispers...in the winter time/ And catch them tickling my whiskers...colliding with wind chimes/ The kind that send shivers...up and down tingling spines/
Thinking time could stretch if...
we'd spin a design inside our web that would catch drifts/ The type that blow out birthday candles before we make our death wish/
I'm waiting for a message in my calling so I'm checking my voice mail, and I'm answering machines with man-made dreams.
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And catch them tickling my whiskers...colliding with wind chimes/
The kind that send shivers...up and down tingling spines/
Thinking time could stretch if...
we'd spin a design inside our web that would catch drifts/
The type that blow out birthday candles before we make our death wish/
I'm waiting for a message in my calling so I'm checking my voice mail,
and I'm answering machines with man-made dreams.
-sage.
sorry i have no idea what to say.
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