Sometimes I wonder why I spend. The lonely nights dreaming of a song. That melody haunts my reverie. And I am once again with you When our love was new. And each kiss an inspiration. But that was
I found a map and it broke my heart ,. I didn't know that i would ever go this far,. With a compass point driving ink into my arm. The Father, Son and the Holy ghost we don't talk too Much never be
I am a ragdoll, limping this bed. A little worn out from the fun that we had. But nothing's broken just feeling open. It's not like I'm not thinking 'bout my wedding day It's not the kind of thing
When I look into your face, there's no more dreaming. When I look into your eyes, there's no more words. Butterflies, long drives in the sunset evenings. Basically you could knock me off the Earth.
Sitting in the station. Contemplating looks on people's faces. Wondering why they're smiling. Or what troubles they are facing I don't know why I'm thinking it. But i just take the time to sit. A