Could it be that you were just sleeping?
Could it be that you were at prayer
Well I didn't know I was heaping
Upon you my own despair
Could it be that you were hoping
That I would come rescue you there?
Could it have been that I had not seen you weeping
Into the colours of your hair?
Could it have been the darkness seeping
Through the pores of your skin
Could it have been the night was keeping
Its treasures you had hidden within
Could it be that I lay waiting
Like a poacher for in wait by his snare
Could it be that you came stepping in
And layed all my plans bare
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