| Last night I asked to see you, needing to apologize
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| And the woundings there were deep, I could see it in your eyes
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| And we spoke of softer days since the hard ones we had known
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| And a healing peace was slow but sure in coming- where the spirit meets the bone
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| And I reached for my compassion and I held you through the tears
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| And a river did flow freely that had blocked us all those years
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| And we looked with eyes forgiven at the wild seeds we had sown
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| Some had grown to love while we had just grown weary- where the spirit meets
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| the bone
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| Oh, the nights being lost in the smell of your hair
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| Oh, the lines we had crossed, heart-to-heart, everywhere
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| From a bed in Amsterdam to a boat in Windermere
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| In silence or in song or the whisper in your ear
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| And it comes as no surprise; |
| we could love again, again
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| Both co-stars in this movie; |
| but, we cannot change the end
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| No, the director’s up in heaven and he never checks his phone
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| We’re frozen in this scene called, «Someone's Leaving» -where the spirit meets
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| the bone
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| Oh, the times being lost in the touch of your skin
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| Oh, the lines we have crossed; |
| I would cross them all again
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| From a cool lake in New Hampshire to a field in Tennessee
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| You always made it known- you had saved the best for me
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| Now, in this clear, ironic moment, it is not lost on me
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| We’re both locked in separate airplanes six miles above the sea
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| You on your way to California and me to parts unknown
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| Both looking for a love that’s ours for keeping
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| Where the spirit meets the bone |