Lyrics of Cressida

Richard Thompson

pochette album Cressida
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Love that holds its breath for fear
Of scaring love away
I rush my lines, i care too deeply
Oh, will she keep me for idle games?

I raise my eyes to see her there
Shining in a daydream
I raise my eyes, i see too much
I know her touch, what her touch would mean

I stare into, i stare into
The dying flames

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