I'm losing you.
Or is it you're losing me?
I can't tell anymore.
All your sails are stowed
And I'm tired of blowing at them.
But I can't seem to quit this gasping
and take my final dying breath.
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 12:53 PM UTC
I'm losing you.
Or is it you're losing me?
I can't tell anymore.
All your sails are stowed
And I'm tired of blowing at them.
But I can't seem to quit this gasping
and take my final dying breath.