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Inkwell – The Tragedy Of David Gribble lyrics
Here we are, don't tell a soul
Of secrets held with arms bent back against their fold
Say one word, don't breathe too fast.
We're both compelled to break off everything that lasts
Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop.
You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation.
And if everything works out right, we will sing.
The cupboard's bare, all lines are down.
The leaves are turning a nicer shade as they hit the ground.
Say one word, keep it close
We are trying to understand what we love the most.
Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop.
You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation.
And if everything works out right, we will sing.
My heart and I have yet to meet,
But I heed every word that it says to me.
Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop.
You bring the cigarettes, and I, I'll bring the conversation.
And if everything works out right, we will sing.
Of secrets held with arms bent back against their fold
Say one word, don't breathe too fast.
We're both compelled to break off everything that lasts
Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop.
You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation.
And if everything works out right, we will sing.
The cupboard's bare, all lines are down.
The leaves are turning a nicer shade as they hit the ground.
Say one word, keep it close
We are trying to understand what we love the most.
Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop.
You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation.
And if everything works out right, we will sing.
My heart and I have yet to meet,
But I heed every word that it says to me.
Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop.
You bring the cigarettes, and I, I'll bring the conversation.
And if everything works out right, we will sing.
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