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Hunters & Collectors

Around the Flame

I held your face between my fingers

I turned around and pushed you through the door

I heard words from a foreign shore

You said "I'm coming back" but no man can be sure

And in your place I held a picture

An empty hall with beer cans on the floor

If I could have just one minute more

I'd tell it you're face, this boy knows the score

And every day I hear the sound

Of running feet cross the open ground

Into the future this nervous game

We'll always circle around the flame

If you come back it will be easy

To see the truth when I look you in the eye

I'll see the flame the only release

It flickers on my life in your face

And every day I hear the sound

Of running feet cross the open ground

Into the future this nervous game

We'll always circle around the flame

And every day I hear the sound

Of running feet cross the open ground

Into the future this nervous game

We'll always circle around the flame

And every day I hear the sound

Of running feet cross the open ground

Into the future this nervous game

We'll always circle around the flame

[as fading out]

I held your face between my fingers

I turned around and I pushed you through the door

I heard words from a foreign shore

You said "I'm coming back" but no man can be sure