I’ve been feeling your hold For a week or so The impression shows And I know I’ve been In the arms of kin My old strength is my new friend My direction My reverence And there’s a train in my heart That doesn’t seem to start Unless you’re lying next to me When I go to bed I lay down my wishful head I’ll be hearing what you said Echoing Reveling My heart has been tearing For there to here My dear I’ve got a baseball mitt Made of leather and my spit For catching skybits that have slipped I call it sensation You call it revelation I’ve been feeling your hold For a week or so The impression shows
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