Looking out at this starless night,
realizing nothing's ever felt so un-right.
With a couple of couplets all tied in a bow,
we're burning my angel, dead in the snow.
And can you hear these,
these unsung, silly little words?
I fly them to you,
and I pray that they're heard.
Because nothing is better
than a hummed out melody...
the stars, they aren't burning,
not for you, not for me.
The world's just a ship
in a bottle sealed tight.
Taste on your lips,
feels so damn un-right.
The universe's rocking,
pushed by each wave.
And we falter with it,
falling further each day.
Can you hear these,
these unsung, silly words?
I'll write them in a letter,
just so they are heard.
Because nothing is better
than a hummed out melody...
the stars they aren't burning,
not for you, not for me.
The world, she is crimson,
tainted by our memory.
My darling, sweet angel,
forget your enemies.
None of them matter,
not today, not tonight.
They're just silly made up faces,
in this cold, winter night.
I'll write you a song,
one you'll never hear.
My darling, sweet angel,
there's nothing to fear.
Paper thin people
they can't withstand
the rush of the ocean,
waves held near at hand.
Nothing is better
than a hummed out melody...
somedays the stars will twinkle
for you and for me...
**for all of my angels..all like what? two of you? :P ((Jesse, taylor, i love you))**
