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Vienna Teng Waking Hour

We are not together here Though we lie entwined To make room for the other presence We both draw back in our minds I have a prophecy Threatening to spill

I'm at your back door With the earth of a hundred nations in my skin You won't recognize me For the light in my eyes is strange It was years ago, God

Why am I walking barefoot Upon this road with no one around I close my eyes to this decision The night's like coffee to my tongue Like waking up without

voice and of a smile Images of landscape cloaked in forest green Like your life unfolding mile by mile A fierce embrace, a word of thanks A cheerful whistle and hours

Strange how you know inside me I measure the time and I stand amazed Strange how I know inside you My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze

Hey love, is that the name You're meant to have for me to call Look love, they've given up believing They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall

Little child, be not afraid The rain pounds harsh against the glass Like an unwanted stranger There is no danger I am here tonight Little child Be not

Well it's you and it's me Me with a drink in my hand The ice is tinkling like a windchime And late afternoon settles over the land And you're talking

I'm at your back door With the earth of a hundred nations in my skin You won't recognize me For the light in my eyes is strange It was years ago, God