Stephen Christian

Felt (2009)

Tear, tear off your skin*
What's there within
Life on wooden swings
When all was young
With summer tongues

I don't care to know
Who's been before
Or we could stand to run
Never look back at trains on track

You could disappear
You could disappear

And I'll kiss you in London,
Love you in France,
Sunsets in Germany,
Spain we can slow-dance
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside

Wake from lovers kept
On slumber's bed
Days in quiet homes
When life was young
With summer tongues

You could disappear
You could disappear

And I'll kiss you in London,
Love you in France,
Sunsets in Germany,
Spain we can slow-dance
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside

You could disappear
You could disappear

And I'll kiss you in London,
Love you in France,
Sunsets in Germany,
Spain we can slow-dance
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside

And I'll kiss you in London,
Love you in France,
Sunsets in Germany,
Spain we can slow-dance
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside
Somewhere outside, somewhere outside


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