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Intro

Ive been feeling your hold

For a week or so

The impression shows

And I know I've been

In the arms of kin

My old strength is my new friend

My direction

My reverence

And there's a train in my heart

That doesn't seem to start

Unless you're lying next to me

When I go to bed

I lay down my wishful head

I'll be hearing what you said

Echoing

Reveling

My heart has been tearing

For there to here

My dear

I've got a baseball mitt

Made of leather and my spit

For catching skybits that have slipped

I call it sensation

You call it revelation

I've been feeling your hold

For a week or so

The impression shows