Tuesday 13 April 2010 photo 2/5
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Modern thoughts about each other
Can't make you shine out any brighter
Antique promises uncovered
When we stop breathing for each other
We're drained of our will
Finally I found the words to tell you
I caught your hands under our table
There's still time for us to grow up
Closer to the sun before the summer slides to October
Empty gunshells in a park station
The hollow ring of our growing impatience
I knew you'd equal the occasion
My hand in your hand while the others
Are dragged in the flow
Can't make you shine out any brighter
Antique promises uncovered
When we stop breathing for each other
We're drained of our will
I caught your hands under our table
There's still time for us to grow up
Closer to the sun before the summer slides to October
Empty gunshells in a park station
The hollow ring of our growing impatience
I knew you'd equal the occasion
My hand in your hand while the others
Annons