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I met you in the middle of a raincloud I had just received the final blow, knockout You, my smelling salt by way the sea Oh, it seemed, as though I'd finally re-attached this phantom limb Twitching into place where it had always been Pins and needles felt like cotton Laugh because you know you're free for the time being In the dark, I can find my way because I feel the sparks Surging from your fingers just like kind remarks Telling me the day is coming soon Would you be my Freia with her apples, or the seventh seal Signalling the rapture and a call to kneel "No" we say, cause it's not coming I left you in the middle of a dustcloud Hoping then to lose you like a ship in fog But palms across the desert crossed the sea Were my last words not quite as sobering as my epitaph Faint hymns and unuttered oaths, they line the path But I'd like to bypass ruin Let's sing songs and spite the devil, spite the devil, spite him From Letras Mania