Dienstag, 6. März 2012

Thinking of Winter.. Your Name is the splinter inside me..


"I serve my head up on a plate
It's only comfort calling late
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you"


"All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you"


"If I could tear you from the ceiling
I'd freeze us both in time
And find a brand new way of seeing
Your eyes forever glued to mine"


"If I could tear you from the ceiling
I know best have tried
I'd fill your every breath with meaning
And find the place we both could hide"

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