You don't know how sweet the air
Feels when you are standing there
I'm in a mushroom cloud
And I'm on the ledge
You're a morphine drip right to the head
You're everywhere, just like the air
If my scowl it flips, you're the hand that tips
You're the light that burns off midnight fog
The fire that pushes me when my steam is gone
And you don't know how much it takes
To cure my heart when there's so much ache
It's a breath, it's a breath till it's almost gone
Then I see your eyes
Like the dew sees dawn
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