Running water's cold outside this time of year
It grabs you by the throat
Some rocks and pillows float, now
Slip away as I draw near
And hope your head finds home
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
My serenity is stolen
These fragile aching hands
Couldn't count a dozen hopes
Please stand outside my window
And scare me in my sleep
Because this ease is getting old
This ease is getting old
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
Drained and alone
Just like everyone you know
Show me the ropes
Hang my head if you condone
My consciousness is calloused
As I try and push away
The hands that held my own
All for one has never balanced
I'll have you know
What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine to loathe
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Running water's cold outside this time of year
It grabs you by the throat
Some rocks and pillows float, now
Slip away as I draw near
And hope your head finds home
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
My serenity is stolen
These fragile aching hands
Couldn't count a dozen hopes
Please stand outside my window
And scare me in my sleep
Because this ease is getting old
This ease is getting old
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
Drained and alone
Just like everyone you know
Show me the ropes
Hang my head if you condone
My consciousness is calloused
As I try and push away
The hands that held my own
All for one has never balanced
I'll have you know
What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine to loathe
It grabs you by the throat
Some rocks and pillows float, now
Slip away as I draw near
And hope your head finds home
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
My serenity is stolen
These fragile aching hands
Couldn't count a dozen hopes
Please stand outside my window
And scare me in my sleep
Because this ease is getting old
This ease is getting old
To and fro
I'll be silent when you go
I don't move a muscle
But you're breaking all my bones
Drained and alone
Just like everyone you know
Show me the ropes
Hang my head if you condone
My consciousness is calloused
As I try and push away
The hands that held my own
All for one has never balanced
I'll have you know
What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine to loathe
Writer: Allen Steinberg, Jeremy Whyte
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