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IT'S HER
IT'S HER
IT'S HER AND SHE IS WEARING WHITE
IT'S HER
IT'S HER
BUT SHE IS OUT OF SIGHT

MAYBE BECAUSE YOU LIVE
MAYBE BECAUSE SHE DIED
YOU FILLED YOUR HOUSE WITH WINDOWS
AND SAT WAITING INSIDE.
CANDLES IN THE BEDROOM
CANDLES SO MANY THEY SHINE
YOU RECALL HOW SHE LOVED WAX
BUT SHE WAS WAX MELTING IN YOUR MIND
AND MAYBE THAT IS WHY YOU LEFT HER
SHE WAS YOUR SUN SHE WAS BIGGER THAN YOUR SKY
AND YOU HAPPENED TO DECIDE
IT IS TIME FOR THE SUNSET

IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU AND YOU ARE WEARY AT NIGHT
YOUR GARDEN IS DARK YOU CAN NOT SEE HER VINE
YOU NO LONGER PLANT SHE WAS ALL YOUR FLOWERS' DELIGHT
YOUR NEW RELIGION IS A WINDOW
YOUR GOD IS HER KNOCKING TO GO INSIDE
BUT IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU WHO NEVER UNDERSTOOD DESIRE
YOU SAT IN YOUR CHAIR IN YOUR HOUSE YOU RETIRED
BUT SHE NEVER LIED SHE HAS BEEN HERE ALL THIS TIME
AS ONCE PROMISED WAITING OUTSIDE
A STAR
IT'S HER
A STAR
IT'S HER
A STAR YOU REFUSE TO MEET
LIVING IN LOVE AND FOR FEAR
OF FOLLOWING HER WUTHERING HEIGHTS

WINDOWS FOR HER

I've been living with her, or should i say, she's been living with me for quite a while now. She reminds me that one day i will grow old and when i get there, i better learn how to honour my past. She stood behind the windows of every man to remind men that romance was, is, and will always be unattainable if no feminine power was envolved in the memory. It's her, the woman that lives in your mind to help you remember how pure things once were, and how much of an acquired obligation it has been, to learn to eventually let her go.