We roamed the caves for hours
Slept amidst the fossils
We laid on beds of shade grown flowers Why would you roam?
Unless to be homesick
Is it taking its toll?
Are we burning at both wicks?
Please don't go if you're never coming back
Am I the gracious host?
Stuck to your side
Know that it's you I want the most But why would you shout?
I'm standing at arms length
Is it taking its toll?
Are we pushing past the brink?
Please don't go if you're never coming back
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