Curls

To see within is to feel without a light
 Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
 To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
 Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs
 Her hair curls in the damp of the night
 The scent recalls like a photograph with life
 Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night
 The scent recalls like a photograph with life
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 To live without is to live under a spell
 Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
 To find a bone and to float it down the stream
 It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens
 Her hair curls in the damp of the night
 The scent recalls like a photograph with life
 Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
 Records the air like a memory of night
 Her hair curls in the damp of the night
 The scent recalls like a photograph with life
 Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
 Records the air like a memory of night