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Intro

 Ive been feeling your hold

 For a week or so

 The impression shows

 And I know I've been

 In the arms of kin

 My old strength is my new friend

 My direction

 My reverence

 And there's a train in my heart

 That doesn't seem to start

 Unless you're lying next to me

 When I go to bed

 I lay down my wishful head

 I'll be hearing what you said

Echoing

Reveling

 My heart has been tearing

 For there to here

 My dear

 I've got a baseball mitt

 Made of leather and my spit

 For catching skybits that have slipped

 I call it sensation

 You call it revelation

 I've been feeling your hold

 For a week or so

 The impression shows