Final Stand from Glace by Desmond White

When I think of what I left behind
In the air, I pushed you out of mind
Wake up I'm over foreign land
I wait til we make our final stand

In your sleep, you breathe into my ear
Long and deep, you breathe away my fear
Morning I try to show my hand
I say things to make you under

Here we stand playing out a mystery
As your teeth clench at my indecision
Where's the man you once said you saw in me
Every dream, just one more clouded vision

But just as the sky begins to wake up, wake up
And just as your eyes undo their make up
We take up

A ritual goodbye where no one speaks
We steel ourselves to make sure nothing leaks
Promise to meet on foreign land
Both asking, is this our final stand

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