Danger
I've been told to expect it
Down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those I confide in?
I begin my descent 'Cause a week is a month
I think that I know what I haven't known yet
and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
Am I at that moment?
With your past and your future precisely divided I haven't decided
And stretching out into the sea. Aquitana
Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
You gave it to me but I really don't want it
And what's the return on the faith I've provided?
I came out on top by the luck of the draw
I think that I know now but I haven't decided.
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