She has a game of counting moments
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In a Kind of Limbo
She leans on the edge of the window
1 Seeing people outside have been replaced
And we're sitting here in a kind of limbo,
Feeling comfortably encased
We can believe in these ways and get along
Keeping near to a warmer zone
And we'll achieve a vision to belong To sceneries with a friendly tone
She has a game of counting moments
We don’t recognize from before
Like waiting here for uncertain omens
Will there be a promise at your door
We can believe in these ways and get along
Keeping near to a warmer zone
And we'll achieve a vision to belong To sceneries with a friendly tone
And other moments will come around
Like an endless meandering line
Other moments will come around
Uncertain omens of different kinds
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