pretty picture in the globe
miss when it used to sing
you sang along, you sang to me.
but now, it's just a broken thing.
on the shelf, in my room
cobwebs clouding up my June
missing summers spent with you
but, sun don't shine when I am blue.
(now...)
blood stained feet
'cross broken ground
our earthquake tore apart this town
the ground shook as we waged wars.
our picture's not so pretty anymore.
*darling, hush, don't say goodbye
amongst the rubble, I'm sure we'll find
another love; a stabler life
our love was one born to die*
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
pretty picture in the globe
miss when it used to sing
you sang along, you sang to me.
but now, it's just a broken thing.
on the shelf, in my room
cobwebs clouding up my June
missing summers spent with you
but, sun don't shine when I am blue.
(now...)
blood stained feet
'cross broken ground
our earthquake tore apart this town
the ground shook as we waged wars.
our picture's not so pretty anymore.
*darling, hush, don't say goodbye
amongst the rubble, I'm sure we'll find
another love; a stabler life
our love was one born to die*
