Wednesday 26 January 2011 photo 3/3
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Beauty picks me up then throws me to the floor;
I may never know what I was searching for.
Like a beggar on my knees,
Never knowing what I now believe.
Like a drug, I took the walk back to your door;
I had had enough, but I always want more.^
There was something I was needing,
Something you were keeping.
And there, with the rest of my days before me,
I broke down and fell asleep,
To your beating heart, your beating heart, your beating heart
I may never know what I was searching for.
Like a beggar on my knees,
Never knowing what I now believe.
Like a drug, I took the walk back to your door;
I had had enough, but I always want more.^
There was something I was needing,
Something you were keeping.
And there, with the rest of my days before me,
I broke down and fell asleep,
To your beating heart, your beating heart, your beating heart
Annons