We walk with a shake and a stir,
Continue to glance and flirt,
Sing me until I weep,
Then stare my doubt to sleep,
I held your promised words,
You held me til' it hurt,
Filled hearts until ours pour,
And we'll never ask for more.
You know I feel I could die,
And that would be just fine...
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
We walk with a shake and a stir,
Continue to glance and flirt,
Sing me until I weep,
Then stare my doubt to sleep,
I held your promised words,
You held me til' it hurt,
Filled hearts until ours pour,
And we'll never ask for more.
You know I feel I could die,
And that would be just fine...
A note for you before I part for Detroit.
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