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Every Line Of A Long Moment (Roddy Woomble)

Every early morning just to wake up and put coffee on the stove The morning secret code And every early morning when the night is always crueler than the day I watched the sea turn from gold into Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting It makes me feel free to do anything As I look out across the wall Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Look out across the wall Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Every winter morning between clock hands than type out your day And I become the only light that could ever reach you And every early evening walking through fields that turn from green into grey And you can only hear when I shout your name out Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting It makes me feel free to do anything As I look out across the wall Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic As I look out across the wall Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Ocean Until it becomes a sea Until the north seas waves they come to cover me And I look out across the wall Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Look out across the wall Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Look out across the wall Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Look out across the wall Look out across the wall