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Nothing lost and nothing gained
So I'm 10 years old again
Standing in the backyard waving at a train

I feel you make love to me slightly
Every time you let a little laugh slip too soon
And the moment passes over us so lightly
It feels like sand blowing over a dune

You try not to let your emotions show
But it ain't a balloon you can just let go
It's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun
Sticky hands
Sticky arms
Sticky situation

It's a heartbreak even situation
One part powerful elation
One part pitiful and frail
And I'm trying to feel my way around
A book of promises written in braille

There is pressure from within this
And pressure from above
There is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love
And there's wet wool blankets one, two, three
Laid onto my chest
'Til I just can't breathe

And I try not to let my emotions show
But it ain't a balloon I can just let go
It's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun
Sticky hands
Sticky arms
Sticky situation