About you.

old songs predict futures.




I'd fire the sun if it made for a less heated conversation.
we could only talk on winter days to safe us both from suffocation.
but i'd die if I didn't hear your voice.

speak now speak now
all we say can draw us so far apart we'll meet on the other side of earth
and all I say all I say
will come back to haunt us with nothing but the ghost of all we're worth

exaggerate a tired soul with tired feet and pour it all on me
all you want to say caught up in a cage with my words the key
those days, how I hate those days.

noisy rooms keep this quiet with their hands on my mouth and mine on your ears
all my love costs is a little of your time. don't cheep out don't cheep out.