Our hearts beat with an ecstatic pulse
the spotlights lights flickering our movements,
an impulse
we break from our dance and head through the crowd
Outside we huddle under a starry sky with not one cloud
we move in close holding each other
then the music ends and I begin to shudder
out in the dark, I sit alone...
I stare up, at the terrible black sky
That was her dream, her job, to fly
Like the tear that runs down my cheek
your plane made a fiery streak
I close my eyes and play your song
Remembering a time when I was strong
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
Our hearts beat with an ecstatic pulse
the spotlights lights flickering our movements,
an impulse
we break from our dance and head through the crowd
Outside we huddle under a starry sky with not one cloud
we move in close holding each other
then the music ends and I begin to shudder
out in the dark, I sit alone...
I stare up, at the terrible black sky
That was her dream, her job, to fly
Like the tear that runs down my cheek
your plane made a fiery streak
I close my eyes and play your song
Remembering a time when I was strong
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