…And there’s a screw that I tighten
As I dream of the kiss
And it twists and it cuts me
And you know what it is?
It’s a fragment of love
From a splintering heart
And it tears her apart
But not as much as thisSo you save up your tears
For the moments alone
‘Till the splinters you gather
Leave you glass-hard and numb
And the same sun is shining
On the old and the young
On the saints and the sinners
On the weak and the strongAnd there’s a burning and freezing
And a cross for a kiss
So she learns to stop dreaming
And you know how it is…
no news are not allways good news….
1 Kommentar
November 15, 2006 um 10:52
Everything alright? *inquisitive look*