When the Libra moon is high
And my ashes like the petals blow
And I spill myself like holy wine
In an audience with your pilgrim soul
I'm with you within you, with you x 2
And when you stare up at the satellites
And your almond eyes are sad as coal
I'm with you within you, with you x 2
Ahh... ha
Ahh... ha
With you.
Writer(s): Leo Abrahams, Brett Lewis Anderson
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