Close Behind - Edith

Trough Paris, untouched yet by summer we ran from the rain
Two lucky sparrows intiruged by adventerous flame
Trough cities and seasons and all kinds of weather we stand
Together still, my friend

So come love and illusion, come fear of conclusion we'll conquer them all
When everything fails, falls and bends or unsuitably breaks
Trough major and minor problems and mere inconvenience
We walk hand in hand my friend

If ever you sink I'm close behind
and if you should fall
I'll cover the ground beneath you
If you loose touch just tell me when
and I'll come running wherever I am


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