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Twilight comes orange pink purple blue Lizards, snakes, ground squirrels, birds so many kinds of birds Sharp sand bits of boulder turning to dust waiting for thoughts to arrive as sure as the next breath We've got piles of wood ready for cold nights Azure skies no cities near by cool breezes and all those Joshua Trees Azure skies no cities near by cool breezes and all those Joshua Trees Twilight comes orange pink purple blue Lizards, snakes, ground squirrels, birds so many kinds of birds Sharp sand bits of boulder turning to dust waiting for thoughts to arrive as sure as the next breath We've got piles of wood ready for cold nights Azure skies no cities near by cool breezes and all those Joshua Trees Twilight comes orange pink purple blue

All we've seen I've shown you yesterday I've let it go, it's over it all drifts and slips away All we've seen in such short years in these moments, it's over it all drifts and slips away Everything that's led to this all the moments and the faces not a memory to be missed all those feelings and places now from twilight into night night covers and it's over it all drifts and slips away All we've felt the emotions shine brighter in my heart I know it's over it's so quiet and I know drift and slip away drift and slip away