Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper and they creak under your sockless feet A secret door, a door, undiscovered you knock so gently in case you're heard A record plays a song that you've not heard, it is perfect, it is home Everything now, everything's different, it is sweeter on your tongue. 'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream And the engine's more a sigh than a scream And your ghosts look more like angels from there And the coast comes like a raft of warm air A symphony slow music of longing plays in movements inside your head There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you like they used to anymore 'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream And the engine's more a sigh than a scream And your ghosts look more like angels from there And the coast comes like a raft of warm air If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get. If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get. If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get. If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get. If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get. If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get. If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get. If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get.
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