Phoenix from the Fire
I come home, don't know where you are
You must be working pretty hard
I feed the cat half a can of food
And I sit at the table and I wait for you
And I don't like doubting how this old love will hold
But I have my moments when I'm just waiting for it to explode
Oh, no good deals in these mine fields today
It don't matter how I walk
I could get blown away
Underneath the soil and the flowers
I can hear a ticking down from years to hours
There's not a lot of air in this third floor flat
You want to go outside you want to
Get some by
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