The Shortest Lyrics Stolen by Ice Carvings

I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten
So here we are again
I made a vow, to carry you home... home

I really tried to do what you wanted
It all went wrong again

I made a vow, to carry you home
If you fall sick, if you pass out

I figured it out, I can see again
- Bloc Party, "So Here We Are"

This just works on so many levels... sigh.

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