All I ever want to do is dive deep into the darkest blue where the eyes belong to you and if I sink I think that might be heaven falling through the seven fevers and if I swim,
it will be to that distant shore
where the promise of the night owes more to hope and faith and charity,
but not to me.
Touching on the second base, a touch of make up on your face and we both know this is not a race, we
let the radio play on until the final furlong and pass the finish line in time for tea and toast with marmalade,
what made this match
how did we catch that butterfly? when all I did was ask you why, and you, the one who makes me die each time I look into the deep,
of your blue eyes, eyes
that make me want to keep you here with me, forget the charity for I have faith and hope.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
All I ever want to do is dive deep into the darkest blue where the eyes belong to you and if I sink I think that might be heaven falling through the seven fevers and if I swim,
it will be to that distant shore
where the promise of the night owes more to hope and faith and charity,
but not to me.
Touching on the second base, a touch of make up on your face and we both know this is not a race, we
let the radio play on until the final furlong and pass the finish line in time for tea and toast with marmalade,
what made this match
how did we catch that butterfly? when all I did was ask you why, and you, the one who makes me die each time I look into the deep,
of your blue eyes, eyes
that make me want to keep you here with me, forget the charity for I have faith and hope.
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