Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched .

Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake up, wake up.

The rain is slowing touching a hand to a head the static of the radio humming someone humming something pretty off where the antenna just can't reach.

Lyrics submitted by DarkerShadeofWinter

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