From the recording And Then There's You

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Every move that I make
I get a little older
There’s nothing left at stake
Just a sunrise over my shoulder
Nothing left to take
The days are getting shorter

And then there’s you

No one’s gonna listen
To my little mission
No one will ever hear
Me pour out all my fears
Everyone’s got the reasons
To be anywhere from here

And then there’s you

Dark paintings on the wall
They call me home
Hundreds of curtains hang on the wall
Just shadows alone
Dreams of endless roads
In the distance dying voices moan

And then there’s you
And then there’s you
And then there’s you

© Fred Argir 2012