Hey, |
Heartbeat, yours against mine
whispering a lovely rhyme...
Oh if I could only see
The fallen angel, silver wings...
Your love embraces me,
like the covers on my bed...
Dragging chained behind him,
Freedom flirting with me...
Is giving in the same as giving up?
Is standing up the same as raising conflict...
Dragging chained behind him,
Freedom flirting with me...
Now I stand here
future's crumbling at my feet...
Your love embraces me,
like the covers on my bed...
I look into your eyes
It's like making love...
History is our greatest teacher, |
Make failure your middle name, and succes will be your first. |
Poetry is the art of telling nothing but meaning the world |