months
it's now august and i am still thinking of you...
i'm sorry i was late.
prepare your heart...
don't you feel the pull...
you looked so good that monday.
it's now august and i am still thinking of you...
i'm sorry i was late.
prepare your heart...
don't you feel the pull...
you looked so good that monday.
when the darkness meets light...
i'll be out of your sight...
you'll give me the excuses...
please, don't believe that i'm fooled.
she hangs on
battling the mornings,
days, and the wicked nights...
don't fall... the longest is up.
someone is slipping away
years have gone
now there isn't much time
for my love...
these are sad and lonely days.....
was today...
i sent you an arrangement of yellow and white flowers,
they were lovely.
now i feel my sweetness turn in to coal...
now i feel the warmth turn into cold...
under your bedroom ceiling
we do lay
and i fear
you will hear
the beating of my heart
fast, steady it will not stop
and under all your blankets
i wonder, wonder, wonder
if you will ever feel the same
under dark cityscapes, we lay apart
more fleeting than the winter snow
can the heart grow...
streets of powder'd sugar
stick your tongue out
and close your eyes...
what's in?