Come with me. |
Pack your bags in the middle of the night, |
walk out the door and run to the creek. |
Meet me there in the midst of the night, |
and rendezvous with me in the darkness. |
We'll meet there together, alone. |
And from there we can walk away, hand in hand. |
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We'll walk away and never look back. |
though we'll wonder what would happen if we returned., |
and we'll wonder what would have been, if we had never left. |
But we'll never turn back. |
No, we'll never turn back. |
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I'll be with you |
and you'll be with me |
and neither of us |
would rather be anywhere else. |
So come with me. |
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Come with me in the darkness of night |
come with me and fly from these chains. |
Fly from this urbanity and solitude amongst the masses. |
Fly with me to the |
recesses of rurality, |
where you and I can remain alone. |
Read on 7/10/03