Don't reach out

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There There

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape.
Broken branches trip me as I speak.
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there.

There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck.
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster.
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
Just ‘cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there.

Feel it.

Why so green and lonely?
And lonely.
And lonely.

Heaven sent you to me.
To me.
To me.

We are accidents waiting, waiting to happen.
We are accidents waiting, waiting to happen.