January
27 February 2008
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you.
Caught in circeles confusion is nothing new. You say go slow; I fall behind.
The second hand unwinds
I will fall asleep here in your arms
Every breath that you take breaks my heart
And what would you think and what would you do?
After the storm that we've been through
I will come to your rescue
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