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Ordinary days ordinary places ordinary faces with glassy eyes

I just want to go back to the edge where I belong

Who still wants to go back to the edge where I belong

Who waits tomorrow or night to be a sign of life

Who waits for answer and for trace

I wait

Wait

Ordinary mouth ordinary stories ordinary games with paper spiral

I still want to go back to the space where I lost my step

I still want to go back to the space where I lost my space

Who waits tomorrow or night to be a sign of life

Who waits for answer and for trace

I wait

Wait

Wipe your eyes by my hands

Sometimes

And take me high

To the ground I’ve never walked on

To the house I’ve never gone to

To the door I’ve never stepped through

To the bed I’ve never laid in

Take me high