Without really thinking
My swinging tears in a sun-drenched sky
Beneath my awkward grace
There is a fire burning
Without really thinking
As red rose petals fall down
Your kiss emancipates me
Carving the envy of thrilling betrayals
Without really thinking
I ask you darling
Is it the soft man in the corner?
Who maybe the first one
With Reprehensible sins
Without really thinking
The moments of humble opulence
The Threads shaping our story
Slender silhouettes of my love for you
Without really thinking
I will always love you
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
Without really thinking
My swinging tears in a sun-drenched sky
Beneath my awkward grace
There is a fire burning
Without really thinking
As red rose petals fall down
Your kiss emancipates me
Carving the envy of thrilling betrayals
Without really thinking
I ask you darling
Is it the soft man in the corner?
Who maybe the first one
With Reprehensible sins
Without really thinking
The moments of humble opulence
The Threads shaping our story
Slender silhouettes of my love for you
Without really thinking
I will always love you