quarta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2010

I miss the sound of your voice I miss the rush of your skin I miss the still of the silence As you breathe out and I breathe in I miss the sound of your voice The loudest thing in my head And I ache to remember All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said I miss the pull of your heart I taste the sparks on your tongue I see angels when you come on Hold on Just pull me down hard And drown me in love

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