Everything's changed
My dark disposition
Has been rearranged
And what was I thinking
Out there on the ledge?
Your steady eyes pull me
Straight back from the edge
And all the greens of June
Come blowing through the door
They make me want to live
Like I never have before
From the oriental rug
You meet my gaze
And all my desperation
Retreats into the haze
And lilacs in the vase
Still got the life
By their witnesses
Perfume and light
And all the greens of June
Come blowing through the door
They make me want to live
Like I never have before
Just in the moment
Everything's changed
My dark disposition
Has been rearranged
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