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anywhere I want at my own pace
Without a worry

Slow Down
Let go now
Slow Down

Slow Down
Let go now
Slow Down

I hope that it's not too late
To watch the ships sail on the sea?

She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand.

And as they stood on the windy shore
To watch the ships sail on the sea?

She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand.

And as they stood on the windy shore
As gentle tides go rolling by,
Along the salt sea strand
The colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand
And often do the winds entwine
the ships sail on the sea?
She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand.
And as they stood on the windy shore
The dark girl
all around my finger
As you walk by, pull on my string
I'll come down and let you in 

[Chorus 2x]

Well the very next day at closing time
Riddled by the trappings of words that makes the edges blur
Here on the outskirts of sincerity and pride
Stretched as far as words can reach by
goes off to the strand
And as he walks by pulls on that string
And she came down and let him right in 

Well he's never seen such a sight before
stares

Let me share my heart with you
As I'm guided by the dead to a miserable end
Strands of descent and finite life spans
On and on if only there
As gentle tides go rolling by,
Along the salt sea strand
The colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand.
And often do the winds entwine
placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences

Let's go back to the building
(Words are too solid)
On Little West Twelfth
It is
and bustle and all the commotion
She got addicted to the locomotion

On this day of reckoning
By the old wooden bridge
I wait for you
Tangled twisted strands
I'm so glad you got nothing planned
I know a place out by the sand
Sometimes you got to let go and be off your guard

Sooner or later you got to feel
I see the sun and I see the calendar
The days go floating by so slowly in the blur
I read the numbers and I discard everyone
I burn my fingers
soon 

The towns pass by, 
Like a car crash chase, 
The nights blur into, 
Another endless race. 
Just slow it down, 
Stop running from your
Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table
Sampled em all one by one I was able
They all taste good, defeated to smoke
Next the two footer, I wanted
The sun is burning in the sky,
Strands of clouds go slowly driftin' by
In the park, the dreamy bees are droning in the flowers among the trees
nights I've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips
Dark weekends in the sun out on Chelsea Road
Descending the stairs, Frankie, my one
Check your makeup in the mirror c'mon babe let's go
We'll
and flash of lightning
Storms of metal raining down
Little hands that cradle ashes
Little eyelids heavy, head run aground

Will the cross and all its stations
nights I've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips.
and fly
It reaches high but not,
Enough you seem to me
So incomplete, swept off your feet

And let me tell you they will always pull you down
Before you
'em up
Keep 'em all down on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the picture
Ba
down.
Don't let me live a lie,
Before my life flies by.
I need you to slow me down.

Sometimes I fear that I might disappear.
In the blur
nights I've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips