it's always blue and black.. or breaking skin


well, cover up.. we'll finally leave again

and you breath me in so well,

in your room, under the cover of this night

we are safe; we are.. as long as you whisper

i'll say that we couldn't sleep... just staring at the clock, but

when the numbers seem to blur.. and the reflection is lost

so now we're used to the rain,

we can swim and i'll say we were never worried

because the floods will only bring the coast and Atlantic closer..

i thought i told you..

i thought i showed you the reason..

that all i truly want

is to get in your head






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Dandelions fall in precious drops....

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