Robert DeLong — Here

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The night is long, the roads are dark
The answers are inside the car
Memories focus here without revision
The telephone’s on my ear in indecision
We’ll meet you in a northern ocean town
We’ll drink our own drinks and we’ll settle down
Showed up at your doorstep at half past two
And I saw nothing here but you
I saw nothing here but you

I saw nothing
‘Cause broken stuff from seeds of superstition
It seems that logic, it killed them all from our position
We may ascend the treat to look into
And I saw nothing there but you
I saw nothing here but you

I sent you lilies now I want back those flowers
What could we really have known from 19 hours?
I woke up with posters of drawn film and view
And I saw nothing here but you