Malignant dance
From the evening chant
Let it grow
Turn up the music
With a thirst to whirl around
Oh, but you can't
Wonder where it had went
Like a needle to the vinyl
The mood shan't spin
But feeds on the time it will take
Malignant prayer
From the evening air
Let it blow
Turn down the music
It's the first to hurl the ground
Oh, don't you dare
Fret the ends
Spin the lathe
What do you want me to say?
Your eyes open slow with a grin
You rise up and go with the wind
Benign stare
Left the evening bare
Take it slow
Turn off the music now
The words have gotten old
And died in the air
Like the phrase
Goodbye can't wait
Till the morning that too soon appears
Nothing shines on a smile like tears
Till the morning that will soon appear
Nothing shines on a smile like tears
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