This is where we cross paths
Is it meant to be?
When you speak the hooks sink deeper
Echoings inside of me
Eyes of pure desire
Masked by double-meanings
I saw her say she loves me
But I was only dreaming
I will light your house on fire
If you do not give me your name
I trace the length of your fingers
The grace of hips leave me insane
I still do not dare touch you
Your coy smile slipping on and off
Your words hint at love and grandeur
The joy of simple life
As if the Norns have snipped a thread
Bony fingers knot us together
I feel the hands of fate
Upon the tapestry eternal
Vibrations I know you must feel
Vibrations I know you feel
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
This is where we cross paths
Is it meant to be?
When you speak the hooks sink deeper
Echoings inside of me
Eyes of pure desire
Masked by double-meanings
I saw her say she loves me
But I was only dreaming
I will light your house on fire
If you do not give me your name
I trace the length of your fingers
The grace of hips leave me insane
I still do not dare touch you
Your coy smile slipping on and off
Your words hint at love and grandeur
The joy of simple life
As if the Norns have snipped a thread
Bony fingers knot us together
I feel the hands of fate
Upon the tapestry eternal
Vibrations I know you must feel
Vibrations I know you feel
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