My pulse beats, eyes searching
Aching feet, head bursting
with meditations on you
Forgive the beggared plans that I have crafted
Will you hold my head in your hands so I don’t have to?
Fold me up like a child’s art
Will you take me up into your arms
Until the night comes
Hide me away inside your heart
Will you let me rest within your arms
Until the night comes
Cold sleets, lies burning
a frozen feast my heart’s bursting
Make me anew
Take me up into your arms – Until the night comes
Let me rest within your arms – Until the night comes
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what will happen when the night comes?
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Night comes when they’re home, locked away in safety.
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