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In the WhiteAre you in or are you out?The words are stones in my mouth Hush little baby, don’t you cry Truth comes down, strikes me in the eye Turning season within Brand new nails across my skin But who am I to imply That I was found, that I found you in the white To overcome this I become one With the quiet cold of late November If you don’t see, I’ll remain unseen Until there’s time to be remembered So I had a green light I was lost in city lights Not so far from a try This is not our last goodbye So I had a green light I was lost in city lights Not so far from a try This is not our last goodbye Are you in or are you out? The words are stones in my mouth Little baby, don’t you cry So I found you, found a way all through The quiet cold of inner darkness Now that you’re here it becomes so clear I have waited for you always |