The tide moves in, crashes, breaks
How did you cause this quiver, this quake
My eyes set fire with charcoal flames
I’m a memory, a shadow, a ghost with no name
And your not feeling nostalgic, not in the least
But I’ll love you the same, north to northeast
How did you cause this quiver, this quake
My eyes set fire with charcoal flames
I’m a memory, a shadow, a ghost with no name
And your not feeling nostalgic, not in the least
But I’ll love you the same, north to northeast
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