think i'm hallucinating
seeing things that are not there
light shining through the window
shining on your hair
i stood bare foot in the dark
i couldn't light a match
light was glaring off the ice
the wind hasn't started blowing yet
you thought i was your angel
i thought we'd fly away
its over but not gone
its over and gone now
imagine we'd find something else to say
there's nothing left to say
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