Sand through her fingers.
The night slips away.
She gave me her body
But never her name.
I followed her to the shoreline.
I'd follow her to the grave.
Two sinking ships in the darkness.
And we are much too close to break away.
And I know that she will make me stronger.
And I know that she will make me see.
And I know that she will make me younger.
But I don't know what more she'll do to me.
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