I’ll rest a hand on your shoulder,
Yours on my waist.
And we’ll move slowly,
To the sound of silence.
Where you can’t hear,
The murmurs of my wavering heart.
So that you can’t feel,
This inconsistent love.
I’ll rest a hand on your shoulder,
Yours on my waist.
And we’ll move slowly,
To the sound of silence.
Where you can’t hear,
The murmurs of my wavering heart.
So that you can’t feel,
This inconsistent love.
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