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I've got shaky hands

After one night dreaming

Didn't fit my plans

To listen to your breathing

Down Maid Marian Way

Or Lenton Avenue

I don't know what to say

If I'm next to you

Must be a hybrid of places

A Roman theater raises

On English kind of weather

Next to the coast

I'm blending both together

The cities that mean to you the most

I'm standing on a hill

Until you come out from the mist

And then we

I'm standing on a hill

Until you come out from the mist

And then we kiss

Oh, it never felt so sane

I'm so confused

Oh, it feels like time for a change

But I don't need this to be known

I'm standing on a hill

Until you come out from the mist

And then we

I'm standing on a hill

Until you come out from the mist

And then we kiss