It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.
My dear, we're, slow dancing in a burning room.
Wouldn't mind slow dancing now.
Even if I don't know how to slow dance and I've been dancing solo all my life.
Even if the room's on fire.
I just need to take a breath.
A deep breath.
And I'll close my eyes, and know that You're my breath of fresh air.
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