Ha.. but They'll cut your ******' heart out if you ever turn to face them
Yet even with this slice-n' diced brokendown, blood-pump I can still.. so very much, swear
that every single one of those gorgeous little sunsabitches,
were sent, directly to me by the very hand of God
I am not afraid of you, Loves.. Beautiful, singing sirens from the beginning and always always, cloaked within your elaborately-contrived, indirectness.
I don't know where my world would be without you
<3 . . .
a story:
I dreamed you, I saw your face I cut my lifeline.. I went floating through space And I saw an angel.. I saw my fate I can only thank God it was not too late
Over mountains I floated away Across an ocean I dreamed her name I followed an angel down through the gates I can only thank God it was not too late
Sing a little song of loneliness Sing one to make me smile Another round for everyone I'm here for a little while
Now I'm walking this street on my own But she's with me everywhere I go Yeah I found an angel, I found my place I can only thank God it was not too late I can only thank God it was not too late I can only thank God it was not too late
~Beautiful, Brother Tom https://youtu.be/y82MPPn8AXA