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The moon has found me here
walking through the silver grass
There is nowhere left to hide
The wind knows every shape I take
the stones remember where I step
My hands are cold and bare
(Ooh, ooh)
I thought the dark would keep me safe
but light reveals what I have kept
beneath the frozen ground
The night is not as kind
as I believed when I was small
It sees through cloth and skin
(Aah, aah)
The birds have all gone still
the water holds the sky above
and I am just a form
passing through this open field
until the morning comes
until the morning comes
