Street Light

Tom McRae

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    ( A&B song EP )

    She's a street light in the evening rain,
    An empty seat on the rush hour train.
    She's a polaroid lying on the street,
    She's the lover I may never meet.

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    Every night I breathe her in,
    Feel her sink into my skin.
    Still I feel,
    That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love,
    I am shouted by and criticised,
    Still I crave your touch.
    And I know the time you're killing is mine,
    But I... I don't mind.

    She's a phone call in the dead of night,
    A stranger's voice I recognize.
    She's a radio playing in the dark,
    She's the name you'll find written on my heart.

    Every night I breathe her in,
    Feel her sink into my skin.
    Still I feel
    That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love,
    I am shouted by and criticised,
    Still I crave your touch.
    And I know the time you're killing is mine,
    But I... I don't mind.

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    Composition: Tom Mcrae

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