Powderfinger - Love your way
I got to keep moving to stay warm 'cause I'm freezing in this room
And if I prove no good here I'll skip to where I should
It's only an imaginary vigil that we keep
You salvage what you need I'll take the love you leave
I love your way
I can't explain
What made me change
I'm wading in deeper ever deeper as I go
I drown the whole idea as I drift away from you
It's only and imaginary vigil that we keep
You salvage what you need I'll take the love you leave
And as the memory gathers dust, buried in its crust
Are the remains of what we've done and the seeds of what we just begun
The tapping of the rain beats a corrugated drum
And the city glow well it pulses on to the city hum
Until the day is done
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