miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2011

Pressure.

I've got the smell of your skin,

I've got the taste of your face,

I've got the sound of your silence,

I've got the touch of your hands.

Still, there's something missing.

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Glitter in the air.

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes And trust it, just trust it
Have you ever Thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don’t care

It’s only half past the point of No return
The tip of the ice burg
The sun before the burn
The tHunder before lightning
The breathe before the fraze
Have you ever felt thIs way ?

Have you ever hated yourSelf for staring at the phone?
You’re whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re noT alone
Have you Ever been touch so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever inviteD a stranger to come inside?

Crystal Ball

Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and round again.

Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

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