Tired Pony - Held In the Arms of Your Words
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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This light at the end of the day
When even the highways seem still
The map in my hands folded shut
There isn"t one magical word
But a carnival of them instead
Like an old, silent cinema screen
In this light you are framed classically
Just a painting that hangs in my head
That I know like the back of my hand
And with the sun set, the neon awakes
And the cold colours dance on your skin
Finally the modern makes sense to me
You"re effortless, you know you are
And all I want to do
Is let you lead me off into the dusk
Our shadows kiss before we do
Right here in the dark
I revel in the calm before the st
