It's happening
Night after night
And not that it's wrong
It's alright
In spite of the
Meal that we throw
They sit on the wall
And they know
That hunger is not
What they fear
As long as
Each other is near
They're a part of
The whispering air
And we secretly
Want them
To be there
Se there shape
Silhouette
That they make
Peppered stars
Hang behind
Shadow love
That could be mine
Up in the window above
Somebody's push
Came to shove
I cover my eyes
And i pray
The whistling fist
Goes away
And hunger is not
What she fears
As long as he
Doesn't come near
They're a part of
The whispering air
And she secretly
Wants him
To be there
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