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Looking for a sign of life A movement in that desert of time The sand that sits, the nameless days A well run dry and I cannot trace your spirit Tell me if I'm near it, hot or cold Used to be no question of how Or when or why to believe, but now It's measured out, an inch, a mile Go check the news—is it still in style to feel? Searching for something real before I go The air in your lungs Our chambers of heart The wings in my stomach A work of art I'm lying awake remembering I'm lying awake remembering I'm lying awake I'm lying awake The clock resumes, the ticking strong A pulsing rhythm, the body's song Got a front row seat every night And a burning wish to make things right There's no translation for this love The air in your lungs Our chambers of heart The wings in my stomach A work of art I'm lying awake remembering I'm lying awake remembering I'm lying awake The air in your lungs Our chambers of heart The wings in my stomach A work of art I'm lying awake remembering I'm lying awake remembering I'm lying awake translating your love