Tác giả : Sixpence None the Richer
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Crickets rhythmically sing 
Their mournful melodies 
A monotone by request 
But they fail, they fail 
To soothe the mess 
 
Hands rhythmically grope 
The sheets again for you 
And off-rhythm the time slows 
To make moments eternal 
Moments eternal 
 
Is this some kind of holy test 
To stitch the treadmarks off my chest 
To get up and walk outside my head 
On a holy search for angeltread 
 
Now i've lost my fear 
So i pray that you come near 
With a million sparkly lights 
And help me, help me through the night 
 
The milky prints of spirits near 
I pray that they have lost their fear 
A million wisps of sparkly light 
Weaving through the walls...