In every single thing i look to deep, sometimes over thinking so much i can't sleep. I lay awake all night and wonder what something means, is there a subtle message
The hour twenty two hundred a seemingly meanless hour, about time for the news but not late enough for the weird adverts. I dread the hour twenty two hundred, when the clock ticks over
"Babes you know what..." Love is a strong word a commitment in a sentence, though often thrown around love is special thing, the reason song birds sing and church bells ring.
They took away my money, and i told them i'm still whole, they took away my house, and i told them i'm still whole, then they took away my pride, but i told them i'm still whole,
In her eyes there is a cleansing fire, it cleans my soul rids my fears and nightmares. In her eyes there is a softness, that cusions my falls and heals my wounds In her eye