A light on a platform
Perfume of a secret
The sound of scissors
And a girl with a faint smile
Moaning like a brick wall
As she merges on the highway
Could she be a doctor
Or a light on a platform
Every day I start new
In the mask of the afternoon
My history forgotten
In the bottom of the ocean
In the light of the platform moon
I grew up by the highway
She grew up by the sea
She hears her name in the sound
of the waves
But the ships hold a message
for me
I was born by the highway
She
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