Neither of us spoke of it.
Neither of us will speak.
Anyone can be a stranger,
but no one can stir this ship.
A fragile line is drawn across from us
with enamel paint in it.
It's easy to say it's over
but it's difficult to believe.
When I gave my love to you
It was something for you to keep,
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Neither of us spoke of it.
Neither of us will speak.
Anyone can be a stranger,
but no one can stir this ship.
A fragile line is drawn across from us
with enamel paint in it.
It's easy to say it's over
but it's difficult to believe.
When I gave my love to you
It was something for you to keep,
