Coming, coming closer
Every morning when you wake up
Every morning when you let me sleep
A soft a whisper of transition
A pounding in my head
Feel so sheltered from the inside
and yet so unexposed to reason
When the tides are rising high above
Coming, coming closer
There's a whirlwind in transition
fiercely forming from a whisper
The autumn leaves are here a trembling
waiting in anticipation
Every time you see it coming
Every time you feel it closer
Feel so trapped and yet you're so free
Coming, coming closer
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