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Today get your cinnamon and pray
Today get your cinnamon and pray for the beauty
Of our land and for the secrets, for the moments
That we use to share
Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust
Spinning around, swimming, jumping
in a world of sounds
you are always in my favourite dreams,
lovely tender and proud
you may be
Running around searching, looking for something
to find while Im still here waiting for you,
do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?
Today there is nothing left to say
Today there is nothing left to say
We all know that
just a word can break as into pieces
so as we cannot forget
Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
Rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust
Spinning around, swimming, jumping
in a world of sounds
you are always in my favourite dreams,
lovely tender and proud
You may be
Running around searching, looking for something
to find while Im still here waiting for you,
do you see me at all my sweet love?
Black and white photographs, dirty clothes, two guitars
dirty clothes, two guitars
Spinning around, swimming, jumping
In a world of sounds
you are always in my favourite
dreams, lovely tender and proud
You may be
Running around searching, looking for something to find
while Im still here waiting for you
Do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?