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Intro:
My skin is cracked and dry
It aches with loneliness
And I feel a thousand miles
Away from any movement
The winds have died the waters still
And arms are reaching out for someone else
And people live and laugh and sing and rush around
Oh but none of it makes a sound, No
If I am wrapped in someone’s arms
It only heals so much
It’s like sitting in the freshest air
Oh but you need it in your lungs
And gravity the atmosphere
It separates these flesh and bones from you
We mingle in a strange romance
This tension builds; I lift my hands to hold your face in-between them
Oh but I guess I just imagine it
Oh I will just imagine it
Oh come lord Jesus soon
Oh come lord Jesus soon
Oh come lord Jesus soon