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windowpane

 

 

i hold my hand to the windowpane

beckoned by something in the rain

when it comes to love i am such a fool

but doesn\'t this feel cool

 

i can see your face beyond the storm

to the glass i\'m sure my hand feels warm

when it comes to love i have no hope

but you could show me the ropes

 

i want you and your impossible love

be the moonlit dream i\'ve been dreaming of

i can\'t let this die buried in the sand

your soft lips pressed against mine

 

like the windowpane to my hand