The horses in the smoke, they seem wild, like your eyes
A cigarette in your hand, and through the curtain of smoke, I can see you smile
Your hand is Helium,
It floats close to my face, it flies
I hold my gaze, hold the moment, it passes by,
Only to return in a nameless dream, as my only escape,
oh! its a high
I see, a ray fight its way to you,
it stops, it gathers its strength and it tries,
to be who you are, it burns and lives a thousand lives
Her each breath is a whisper,
and for never a word was said
yet she sings to me,
she's mine!
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 6:10 AM UTC
The horses in the smoke, they seem wild, like your eyes
A cigarette in your hand, and through the curtain of smoke, I can see you smile
Your hand is Helium,
It floats close to my face, it flies
I hold my gaze, hold the moment, it passes by,
Only to return in a nameless dream, as my only escape,
oh! its a high
I see, a ray fight its way to you,
it stops, it gathers its strength and it tries,
to be who you are, it burns and lives a thousand lives
Her each breath is a whisper,
and for never a word was said
yet she sings to me,
she's mine!
