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Written between November 30 and December 16, 2000.
and sad, sad is the bridge to the heartland (I could walk right through)
and sigh, sigh as you come to the faint sand (I stand next to you)
and there, heaven is there when you hold hands (I could hold you too)
and these moments are fresh in our heads and (hands could hold us blue)
and if we could go down to the place we came into we can be sure to find something we knew
and if I could float up through the broken world into another place and time, I'd take you
and pale, paler is never a bad thing (sweeter than we knew)
and where, where is the word when you're trying (looking up for two)
and fly, showers come down when I'm saying (couldn't, but I do)
and I, I couldn't stray but I'm praying (we could turn into)
and if we could go down to the place we came into we can be sure to find something we knew
and if I could float up through the broken world into another place and time, I'd take you
I'd take you