Your private heart is pure, with light beaming from the youthful cracks.
I can hear those thoughts tip-toe around inside your head
Five whispered confessions
At four in the morning
Three words slip from your lips
The two of us tucked away under blankets
And how I want to be one of the only things
You can't imagine your life without.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
Your private heart is pure, with light beaming from the youthful cracks.
I can hear those thoughts tip-toe around inside your head
Five whispered confessions
At four in the morning
Three words slip from your lips
The two of us tucked away under blankets
And how I want to be one of the only things
You can't imagine your life without.
