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A "romantic" song that likens a missile attack to an impossible love story.

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Skies stained with spears of silver
The sound of the fall of a feather
Thousands of swallows diving low
I can hear the thunder now
I can see by the way that you shiver
You know this rain won’t make grass grow

A love grown on bouts of fever
The grounds for a fall out of measure
Thousands of reasons for all to blow
But reasons are treasons
I know that you know what you do
I have my own reasons for leaving decisions to you
Now won’t you hold me, feel me, touch me
Don’t leave me now

Skies stained with spears of silver
The sound of the fall of a feather
Thousands of swallows diving low
Diving low

You might have your reasons
But I don’t need no one from you
I have my own reasons for living and giving to you
All of my love

Skies stained with spears of silver
Thousands of swallows diving low

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from Dance on Evidence, released June 21, 2000

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