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typing fingers, momentary lapse
I haven't done it in so long
do I still know how?
eyes closed, stopped heart
please stitch it again
wandering words wither within
do it for me, please
hands halt, the beat goes
it's like a distant dream
and it's nice to be home
it's nice to be home
eyes eager, tears gather
in the silence, I hear you
dim lights, and its all me
from my lungs, I breathe
and time stops, just for a second
if I could go back, I would
lips laugh, and smile at the irony
and it's nice to be home
it's nice to be home