Morning..

On the ring..

The colder the night gets,
The further she strays.
And he doesn’t like it,
Being this way.
And she tried so hard to steer away from the meeting place,
But her heart had led her there.
She clings to his consciousness,
Wherever he lays.
He struggles to sleep at night and during the day.
He’s worried she’s waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place.
His love had left him there.
Where her voice still echoes,
I’m sorry I met you darling,
I’m sorry I met you.
As she turned into the night, all he has was the words,
I’m sorry I met you darling,
I’m sorry I left you.
For weeks they had strolled around,
Playing the fools.
They knew the time would come and time would be cruel
Because it is cruel to everyone
He’s crying out from the meeting place
He’s stranded himself there

The Meeting Place, The Last Shadow Puppets.

Beautiful.

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