The lights come on, I track her moves: locking the

door, crossing the room. She's on the phone again,

and when she laughs I feel my blood rushing - I feel

my blood rush to my heart...

I call her up and disconnect,

wait by her house once more to check,

stare through the window of her kitchenette,

and then I follow her down underground escalators,

hiding behind my newspaper until the time when we're together.

So here we are, alone again; I'm in the dark,

she's in her frame, her window bay.

I play the film back through my mind with a few new

scenes I've designed; maybe I'll write her one or two

more lines, and then I'll follow her down underground

escalators, hiding behind my newspaper until the time when we're together.

Together, together, together, together...

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Together, when we're together,

Together, when we're together,

Together...