look at me again 

    like you did that day

I couldn’t trace on your face 

    what you kept

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look at me again 

    as I sit and I sing

could be something like longing 

    maybe he’s falling in

 

it won’t matter what you want 

    if fear is bending your will 

the more you push it away 

     the more it follows you still

 

so let it in, let it in

    let it open you again 

be a lover or friend

    another heart on the mend

 

look at me again 

    like you did that night

like you did when I was still a dream 

    to chase

 

but if the dream becomes real

    will it change how you feel?

cause if it’s real, then it’s real and 

     it ain’t fake but 

 

I won’t be a place

     for a spell of relief 

 when your grief

     is as fragile as sand

 

with your eyes on me again

    we’ll map the lay of this land 

you be the glove i’ll be the hand or at least

    the song in your head