If I wait, don't move a muscle, maybe somehow a spark will strike. It's been a long now, so sincere, but the message is still a struggle. Knives with which we juggle while we jump through fire. So maybe I'll move on and make a mistake and see if my earth quakes. If this is a love I'm frightened of, it doesn't come with a leaflet that says how to keep it. If this is a love that can't be seen, no detailed instructions or Japanese symbols like you find on a washing machine. Slow me down, apply some gentle pressure, and maybe somehow a spark will strike. I hope in mind, one is best, but lacking in conversation. Safe but no relation to the warmth you give. So maybe I'll move on and make a mistake and see if my earth quakes. If this is a love I'm frightened of, it doesn't come with a leaflet that says how to keep it. If this is a love that can't be seen, no detailed instructions or Japanese symbols like you find on a washing machine. If this is a love I'm frightened of, it doesn't come with a leaflet that says how to keep it. If this is a love that can't be seen, no detailed instructions. If this is a love I'm frightened of. If this is a love I'm frightened of. If this is a love I'm frightened of.