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английски
Албум (или стихосбирка):
Flock
Flame
When your hand brushed against mine
I thought I'd collapse
I'm no rolling stone
I gather too much moss
Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting
A little bit older
But oh how your neck
Flows to your shoulder
It draws me, it draws me to your flame
I wanna be near you
And blink in your light
And toast marshmallows
On a cold dark night
By your flame
Your flesh it melts in my mouth
Like Holy Communion
But you don't really care for
Jesus now do you?
A photograph of this love
Hangs on my wall
I would dare to speak its name
If I knew what it was called
I would dare to speak its name
If I knew what it was called
Rattle the one who's shadow
You're standing in
Under the branches after
It's been raining
On your flame
I wanna be near you
And blink in your light
And toast marshmallows
On a cold dark night
By your flame
Your brought your flame
Into the chambers of my heart
You brought your flame
Where all's been condemned to dark
And now your flame
Spits shadows on my walls
Shadow on my walls
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crimson_antics
добавено на 20 декември 2012 - 01:51
Авторски права:
Writer(s): Dave Brian Geraghty, Brian Patrick Crosby, Dominic Michael Phillips, Paul Anthony Noonan
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