| You body fades into the backlight
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| The long day is ending
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| While somewhere it begins
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| Our fingers wind to one another
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| But you see a world between us
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| Twirling on the head of a pin
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| And April, we are not just two
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| You are not just you
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| And a thread runs through this
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| In time will I leave what’s mine?
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| Will we learn to push the world away?
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| 'Cause April this only eggshell
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| We can break through if we try
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| There is nothing real that separates
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| The vision from the eye
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| And April must we be divided
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| When effortless you read my mind?
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| For the singing hears the sparrow
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| And the blue gives birth to sky
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| And April comes to clean the winter
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| Burns the grey and black to green
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| In your breath I spring the forest wild
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| To reach beyond the screen
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| April do you hear my hearing?
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| Are the islands not connected
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| By some mythic engineering?
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| We can bridge the space between
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| I swear I had a dream through your eyes
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| And in the morning
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| I did not know who I was
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| We clutch to weathervanes and sundials
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| Praying for the moon to pull us
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| Closer into one
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| And April don’t you give up now
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| Crying on account
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| Of the skin that binds you
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| I feel summer’s coming soon
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| When the moths and trees and the heart entwine
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| 'Cause April this only eggshell
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| We can break through if we try
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| There is nothing real that separates
|
| The vision from the eye
|
| And April must we be divided
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| When effortless you read my mind?
|
| For the singing hears the sparrow
|
| And the blue gives birth to sky
|
| And April comes to clean the winter
|
| Burns the grey and black to green
|
| In your breath I spring the forest wild
|
| To reach beyond the screen
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| April do you hear my hearing?
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| Are the islands not connected
|
| By some mythic engineering?
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| We can bridge the space between |