It's the starving heat that repeats in all our eyes
closest to the sun but it still won't die
because of the distance of each others hands
grab me by the wrist please
let me lay with you
let me sleep
for tomorrow i take the longest trip across the skies
and if by any moment you've forgotten about me
it's okay because i've forgotten about you
i've learned to let go of the past
because out here time doesn't exist
so grab me by the wrist, please
and let me lay with you
let me sleep
for tomorrow i take the longest trip across your eyes
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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