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we met behind that old brick wall

you brought the bottle we’d share

you spoke fondly of cities

i spoke of deep mountain air

 

like an old wound

this body will not forget you

in the rapture red

oh i’m dancing in fire to your name

 

we went out on the highways

back roads and old football fields

i saw your eyes in the moonlight

and took all you whispered as real

 

like an old wound

this body will not forget you

in the rapture red

oh i’m dancing in fire to your name

 

i told you that i won’t be waiting

and you still haven’t rose from the ground

so why do i pray in the city

that i might hear your voice in the sound

 

mmm like an old wound

this body can not forget you

in the rapture red

oh i’m dancing in fire to your name