[ti:The Movement Of A Hand]
[ar:Bright Eyes]
[al:Bright Eyes]
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[00:12.31]You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall to a room
[00:25.72]There is music playing tiny bells with moving parts
[00:35.27]Here the shadows make things ugly  an effect quite undesirable
[00:46.94]The bold and yellow daylight grows like ivy across the wall and bounces off of the painted porcelain
[01:08.43]
[01:09.08]Tiny dancing doll  Her body spins
[01:17.88]As she pirouettes again  the world suddenly seems small
[01:25.49]On an off white  subtle morning you stretch your legs in the front seat
[01:48.22]The road has made a vacuum where our voices used to be
[02:00.50]And you lay your head onto my shoulder  pour like water over me
[02:13.32]So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine
[02:25.81]And all the trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive
[02:37.04]
[02:38.45]Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
[03:01.06]Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving you good-bye