something in the way the moon hits your face
makes you look like a different person
it seems, that you just want to be
someone's everything
and maybe, I could just wait a little while longer
and nobody wants to be alone, but
maybe I could just make it happen, for me
as long as someday, someone doesn't take that away
always happens, always happens
Those moon beams, light reflects off my
blue, blue eyes;
and something in the way you looked tonight
makes you believe
and doesn't everyone believe, that once in awhile
they find that relief for their war, raging on inside
oh emptiness is my everything
slow dancing, in a burning room; just a few more chords
to make me go crazy, sway, sway
and the night will talk me to sleep.
The sunlight, beats down upon my little freckled nose
this is the storm before the calm
it's just that I've been working on; holding you like I want to
and maybe sometime I'll find out who that 'you' is supposed to be
you were the one I always dreamed of
how dare you say it's nothing to me; I'll make the most of it
because this nothingness,
makes me cry out in the night
moan your name as I sleep
and smile for no reason.
But, no matter of sun moon or snow can make me follow you.
Please tell me you're hurting
Cause I'm hurting too
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