A light urgent push, the long awaited time,
Her brother's orange and red, dance and wave...
Out of the office at five, war-paint on,
Home to cut the lawn, then pay the taxes...
My love is a lighthouse
Lost in a sea...
My love is a lighthouse
Lost in a sea...
Out of the office at five, war-paint on,
Home to cut the lawn, then pay the taxes...
I throw the bottle to the ground; it shatters just...
She don't know how it hurts me, she don't know how...
I want to write about Sarah,
I want her to know what it's like...
An idle stall, in a idle world,
The gas pours out, fumes being unfurled...
You may need to slay a lot of dragons, before you find your princess. |
"The first spark of love often grows into fiery flames of passion, and sometimes it fades to a softly glowing ember - but it never completely burns out." |
Love comes and goes, so when you got it - don't let go |