Free from your past
Free of your future too
There's nothing left to rise above but you

Show me your ocean red
Kiss the tears that stain my neck
Drug me with fissions untrue

But I won't photograph
You laying naked upon your back
Safe in a stone house by the sea

There's nothing true and nothing's real
But I remember one clear feel
Warm beneath your gentle company

While I lay dying upon some bed
I hope that you remember this
The only one I want to see is you

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