terça-feira, 23 de maio de 2017



Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms
You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos left in the dark...

Your lips,
My lips,

Go & sneak us through the rivers,
Flood is rising up on your knees
Oh please...
Come out & haunt me
I know you want me
Come out & haunt me


When you're all alone
I will reach for you
When you're feeling low
I will be there too


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