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On the ancient flooded streets I walk along your side
With shoes drowning among the cobble stone and the ruins down beneath
Back to where all time has started and coming to it's end
But hands were made for holding hands and all sorts of romantic things
On all the watches on all the hands there are never enough to hold all this time
And finally to come to an end - resolved - washed clean and pure
My heart tapping a pumping blood stream along to the steady music
The one with the heartbreaking tune
Setting the tone for this one evening I've finally come to be alone
My toes itch in my soaked shoes for another sun to burst out in the east
I've got a hand to take us there as long as you've got the time