coming dear

when the midnight sky bleeds the color from your eyes
i'll be coming dear, i'll be coming dear

when the second hand turns your memories to sand
i'll be coming dear, i'll be coming dear

when the devil's gust damns the world you know to dust
i'll be coming dear, i'll be coming dear

when the morning light seals you gently to the night
i'll be coming dear, i'll be coming dear

end.

coming dear©2003 by frank caravella

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