Ooh, Stars tell you. [about] The path that's coming to me
If they rank with time, time Until then, I will be
Enjoying sweet waters , Walking in my shoes,
Even they hurt my feet
Still, I see your hair from the door The light that'll break from the glass eye
Still, I see your hair from the door The light that'll break from the glass eye
[Music]
Now I'm putting a white sheet On your pale, pale body
Until next time when hand lines cross, I wait for you to walk on clock pointers
Still, I see your hair from the door The light that'll break from the glass eye
Still, I see your hair from the door The light that'll break from the glass eye
I plant the wheat to reap it, And now I'm waiting for the time
I plant the wheat to reap it, And now I'm waiting for the time
[Music]
Still, I see your hair from the door The light that'll break from the glass eye
Still, I see your hair from the door The light that'll break from the glass eye
I plant the wheat to reap it, And now I'm waiting for the time
I plant the wheat to reap it, And now I'm waiting for the time
[Music]
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