Rain turns the sand into mud.
Wind turns the trees into bone.
Stars turning high up above.
You turn me into somebody loved.
Nights when the heat had gone out,
We danced together alone.
Cold turned our breath into clouds.
We never said what we were dreaming of,
But you turned me into somebody loved.
Someday when we're old and worn,
Like two softened shoes,
I will wonder on how I was born
The night I first ran away from you.
Now my feet turn the corner back home.
Sun turns the evening to rose.
Stars turning high up above.
You turn me into somebody loved.
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