when her head rests heavy in my lap
as she asks me why her heart is breaking
when i say i love her father
i'll think of how he studies me
and how i hope to god he doesn't see your face
when he looks into my eyes
all the clocks tick different times
and in all their faces i see you
and they shriek through the night
shake me from someone else's dreams of you
i'll look into her beautiful eyes
eyes that shimmer with tears so familiar
and as i look for you i will find my own shadow
lurking in the blackness of love, almost
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