Sketch For Dawn 1

A brightness falling through the airInto the long grass where we lieThe lark spirals upwards in perfect pitchThe plane takes forever crossing the sky[chorus]In the dawnIn the dawnIn the dawnDreams burnt awayBy the first cigarette of the dayInstincts move us intoThe rhythms of loveSoaring intoAn exquisite tensionMaking gentle pornography together[chorus]A brightness falling through the airInto the long grass where we lieThe lark spirals upwards in perfect pitchSoaring intoAn exquisite tension[chorus]

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