The city gates at twilight
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And a red ship sinking
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Behind winter's grey wall
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Ice in the wind
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But a fire in the embers
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of my heart
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As darkness falls
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In a candlelit room
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Where your eyes are laughing
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Smoking in the red chair
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And nothing in the world
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'cept the beating of my heart
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Against the nerves of the air
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And I know there's a light
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At the end of the tunnel
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Cos I taste it on your lips
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And I feel a weight
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That can bear me double
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You lift it with your fingertips
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So often it happens
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That words prove useless
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In the face of how it feels
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So it is as the mystery of love
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keeps growing
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The more my heart reveals
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Temptations endless whispers
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Try to keep it in perspective
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So much to distract
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Walking on a wire
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While your juggling desire
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It's all part of this balancing act
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And it gets hard to know
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Just what you believe
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As the argument rages on
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But for all of the talk
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Its only true to say
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That if you have no hope
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There is none
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A tangle of tongues
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Flesh flowers and thistles
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of conscience, spittle and skin
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We can't change the past
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So we'll raise this cup to our lips
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And drink it all in
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And meantime back in civilization
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The rain is cold as steel
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But the mystery of love
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It just keep growing
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The more my heart reveals
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As sure as the rose
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The bright day blooms
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As surely still it fades
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And the night kindles stars
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On empty winds
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And ghosts along the collonades
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And slow but sure
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the sands are falling
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As the bridge burns
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beneath the wheel
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And the mystery of love
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It just keeps growing
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The more my heart reveals
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The more my heart reveals
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Mystery of Love
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David Gates |