Smoke in my hair from the protest flares
For now
But I'm still not sovereign, from you
For now
The bus arrives fast, I sit upstairs
Alone
I can hardly breathe, knowing you're near
For now
Oh but I
Whisper a gambler's prayer
Throwing a thousand-sided die
That I find you in the faces out the window
But they're not yours
Oh, for now
Desaturated crowd scene
From a gladly forgotten dream
For now
And I can't accept
That this is what's left
For us
Oh but I
Whisper a gambler's prayer
Throwing a thousand-sided die
That I find you in the faces out the window
Oh I'm still yours…
Whispering a gambler's prayer
Throwing a thousand-sided die
That I find you in the faces out the window
But they're not yours
Oh, for now
That I find you in the faces out the window
But they're not yours
Oh, for now
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