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Wear your Sunday best
See your shoes are shined – right
Check the stage is set
For another clean – fight
And you laugh
And you sing
and pray
You'll be understood
Some other working day.
When the house is lit
When the strangers leave
When the only sound
Is the air you breath
When the morning train
Brings another day
And an old refrain
Slowly fades away
When the tired streets
Are your lonely host
And the only guests
Are the other ghosts
When your mind is still
When your pulse is slow
When your thoughts return
To all you long to know
Who are you?
In a shifting sky
On a sleepless night
In the silent truce
Of a lovers' fight
In a moment freed
In a stolen glance
In forbidden steps
To a secret dance
In a knowing look
From a covered face
In a holy book
In a sacred place
In a final bow
In a virgin kiss
In the dying breath
Of a moments bliss