DeCiPhErInG mE
Brooke Fraser
Friend, it's getting late
we should be going
We have sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours.
While I am cracking their code, you are deciphering me
For I am a mystery,
I am a locked room in a tall tower.
Oh can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?
Oh did you see the stars colliding? Shining just to show, We belong.
We belong.
Your telescope eyes see everything clearly
My vision is blurred
but I know what I heard
Echoing all around.
Well I am telling you and you are deciphering me.
Not such a mystery, not such a faint and far away sound.
Its love, its love that holds us
We will be alright
Its truth, its truth that shows us As we walk in this life.
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