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Anesthesia


If you don't mind please tell me
just where it is we're going, just
where it is you're taking me and
why is no one following...

Why is no one following?
I'd soon lie here in the cold
and not depend on anything
I'm shown or told.

This is eerie and obscure; this
path must be haunted....Is it
the edge of the woods or, up close,
your eyelashes?

Never mind the covering,
I'd soon lie here in the cold
and not depend on anything
I'm shown or told.

Waking, numb, I hardly know
how a feeling lingers. 
Against my wishes I receive
your descending shadow.

Never mind the covering,
I'd soon lie here in the cold
and not depend on anything
I'm shown or told.

words and music by Leslie Dean
© Leslie Dean