I could keep the midnight sky forever
for it clasps our hearts calm.
To wait on this endeavor,
is a reality far too long.
Seven hours in the hush of the night
Oh what perfect insanity.
Will the sunset draw you in again?
The only time we are abandoned together.
Apart from this stale atmosphere
We've become so accustomed to.
In this unknown land i'd adore to call me home,
Perhaps one morning it will be my own.
Why do you keep secret when it's time to face the world?
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
I could keep the midnight sky forever
for it clasps our hearts calm.
To wait on this endeavor,
is a reality far too long.
Seven hours in the hush of the night
Oh what perfect insanity.
Will the sunset draw you in again?
The only time we are abandoned together.
Apart from this stale atmosphere
We've become so accustomed to.
In this unknown land i'd adore to call me home,
Perhaps one morning it will be my own.
Why do you keep secret when it's time to face the world?
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