Curls

Curls - Bibio

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To see within, is to feel without a light. who 'd have thought that we'd break the things we like .to find a stone just to bounce across the pond, is the path it makes that's a clue to other songs her hair it curls in the depth of the night the scent recalls like a photograph with life her hair it curls in the depth of the night scent recalls like a photograph with life to live without is to live under a spell who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell? to find a bone and to float it down the stream the path it takes there's a clue to every dreams her hair it curls in the depth of the night the scent recalls like a photograph with life her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights records the air like a memory of night her hair it curls in the damp of the night the scent recalls like a photograph with life her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights records the air like a memory of night