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Powell's Point

(Everett Version)

I love it when you're beside me
And the water rushes in
Endless white-caps chopping
At our fingers and our shins

Hours frittered drifting all
So wasted empty spent
Until we pass a place that's called
The point of no regret

(When I dream and wake no more
Drifting freely ever-more
You and I and all we were,
Freely freely evermore...)

I love it when I'm sleeping
And I hear your sirens call
The sound they make as piercing
As the portraits on my wall

I hate it when I wake up
And the world's so out of joint
You know, I'd love to leave it
When we reach the lowest point

 

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