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In The Creases

Alex Wong

Lyrics

You’re the smell of the toast you made in the mornings 
You’re the page in my book I keep to myself 
You’re the unlocking sound when I turn my door key 
You’re the scar that I have from the time that I fell 

I can’t describe the faces 
And I can’t recall the names 
But you remain 

I keep you in the creases 
I hide you in the folds 
Protect you from the sunlight 
Shield you from the cold 
Everybody said they were glad to see you go 
But no one ever has to know 

You’re the part of the moon that blends into blackness 
Even though we know it’s really still there 
You’re the song that I sing and I don’t need to practice  
You’re the green shirt I keep though it’s too small to wear 

The things that I refuse to see 
And all the nights I still can’t sleep 
I curl between the sheets  
The creases where you used to be 

Once love wakes it never sleeps 
Even when you love a dream

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