When the minute goes by faster than the feet,
When the winter passes slowly as defeat,
When the face of death is after me spinning,
Only dream of me,
Only dream of me,
When the children speak of sinners in the street,
When the fever hits the center of our feet,
When our palms are burnt like balmy winter trees,
Only dream of me,
Only dream of me.
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