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Because it's still 2007 and we feel the need to post lyrics somewhere occasionally.

[brokenarrowlyrix]

my true love, lost in a shadow play i will find a way through fear and doubt, i will find you out in the secret places you hide about...

no, my love more than a fantasy, you are real to me i'll hear your voice and i'll see your brow and this lonely aching will fade away

you've been in my heart ever since the start though we've never met, we'll never be apart

my true love, open your heart to me so that i can see your deepest dreams of your darkest nights, and your eyes like lights ever burning

i will hear your voice and i'll see your brow and i'll know your mind let me know it now, now, now...

my true love, though they all turn from you, i will still be true i've waited here for so many years just to see your face, can't you please just stay

[brokenarrowlyrix]

the old part of town stops trying to keep up and just lets its wrinkles show on bartleby way, the town cemetery has put on its party clothes the fog wanders in and it stays in the street like it has noplace else to go and the crows tick around in the brown fields and roads and hide in the black chimney smoke - in the smoke they hide in the smoke they hide in the black chimney smoke

a couple of snowflakes came in with the rain my new coat is covered with leaves in the upstairs hall closet, a little blue ghost is singing soft operas to me she's a mezzo-soprano, she looks just like you she never gets up off her knees and the branches are all dressed like skeletons now they reach for the sky like the smoke - like the smoke they reach like the smoke they reach for the sky like the smoke

it's cold on the roof when the sour-sweet wind blows in from the north in the night i look for your face in the wet penny moon that flickers above in the sky i'll ask you to come and you'll send your regards and hope that i'm doing alright but the leaves never turn quite as dark as your hair for running away with the smoke - with the smoke away with the smoke running away with the smoke

i love you to bits, but talking to you is like trying to talk to the smoke - to the smoke they talk to the smoke i might as well talk to the smoke