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Still Waters

Armatrading, Joan
I can picture every detail of your face
As I close my eyes
And in that moment, in that liberating moment
I can wrap you in my arms
Well I fear that this will end

But is it really just you and me
And how deep still waters run
On the outside we seem ideal
But inside it's not much fun

Like a newborn, I try to hold you
Try to protect you, scroll through the hours
Scroll through the days and
Scroll through the years and
Let's choose the best times
Of this bittersweet love

I can see where we should park
And yet still inside my head
Is this illusion
Where you run across the room
And lift me up amongst the stars
In your arms, we fly away

But when we fall back to earth we see
How deep still waters run
On the outside we seem ideal
But inside it's not much fun

Like a newborn, I try to hold you
Try to protect you, scroll through the hours
Scroll through the days and
Scroll through the years and
Let's choose the best times
Of this bittersweet love

Oh it's the silence that hurts more
More than the shouting and the times
When you walk out
Turn back, turn back
Turn back, turn back

Love never moves in straight lines
It begs, it whines
Seeds we've planted
We must cultivate the soil
Not plow the surface of the wounds
Without words that cause the hurt

That's how unattached we are
And how deep still waters run
On the outside we seem ideal
But inside it's not much fun

Like a newborn, I try to hold you
Try to protect you, scroll through the hours
Scroll through the days and
Scroll through the years and
Let's choose the best times
Of this bittersweet love
Of this bittersweet love