Thursday, March 14, 2013
Our eyes are placed in the front of
our head because it's better to look
forward, then to look back.
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweet
Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain,
‘Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
just wanted a place to rest my head and its taken away by recklessness
Isn't this a sin? Maybe time to go to the arms of the oceans?
It's rushing and crushing ain't this right for a sinner like me?
it's over and i'm slipping.. slowly soothing sleepingly so
closely to the sea.