...
Under the narrows,
that's where the dead go
Watching the cars drive off in a red glow
I play the slow ones,
very long outros
You watch the time and play with the edges of my clothes
We're under those
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows
Baby I felt it, something to keep me
Then I forgot and dreamt about leaving
Wanted to be asleep in the backseat
Then I wake up and I'm still a thousand miles east
From where you'll be
Under those
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows, narrows
Narrows
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