The Movement Of A Hand

You follow the footsteps
 Echoes leading down a hall
 To a room, there's music playing
 Tiny bells with moving parts
 Here the shadows make things ugly
 An effect quite undesirable
 And the gold and yellow daylight
 Grows like ivy across the wall
 And it bounces off of the painted porcelain
 A tiny dancing doll
 Her body spins as she pirouettes
 Again the world suddenly seems small
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 On an off-white, subtle morning
 You stretch your legs in the front seat
 And the road has made a vacuum
 Where our voices used to be
 And you lay your head onto my shoulder
 Pour like water over me
 So if I just exist for the next ten minutes
 Of this drive that would be fine
 And all these trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive
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 Soon all the joy that pours from everything
 Makes fountains of your eyes
 Because you finally understand the movement
 Of a hand waving goodbye