domingo, 14 de julio de 2013

I find shelter, in this way; under cover, hide away. 
Can you hear, when I say? 
I have never felt this way
Maybe I had said, something that was wrong. 
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on?

Maybe I had said, something that was wrong
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on?

Could I be, was I there? It felt so crystal in the air.
I still want to drown, whenever you leave.
Please teach me gently, how to breathe.

And I'll cross oceans, like never before
so you can feel the way I feel it too.
And I'll mirror images back at you, so you can see the way I feel it too.

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