Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

 Fade Into You - Mazzy Star


 I want to hold the hand inside you  

I want to take the breath that's true  

I look to you, and I see nothing  

I look to you to see the truth


You live your life, you go in shadows  

You'll come apart, and you'll go black  

Some kind of night into your darkness  

Colors your eyes with what's not there


Fade into you  

Strange you never knew  

Fade into you  

I think it's strange you never knew


A stranger's light comes on slowly  

A stranger's heart without a home  

You put your hands into your head  

And then smiles cover your heart


Fade into you  

Strange you never knew  

Fade into you  

I think it's strange you never knew


Fade into you  

Strange you never knew  

Fade into you  

I think it's strange you never knew


I think it's strange you never knew

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