The words were exchanged as we lie in my bed
What you wanted to say, What I wanted to hear
Phrases that kept repeating inside of my head
Phases we leaped through, knowing what was near
Thoughts that led to every feeling I ever had
The link between empty truths we would swap
The ideas that followed and the pen on my pad
To the ink that flowed and bled its last drops
Thor Kessler - 2007
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