Oh give me your pain
and sorrows,
for you had a lot of them.
I have had plenty of smiles,
now it’s your turn to borrow.
Fill up my arms
that have long slept alone,
No! not tonight,
we shall fight some other day
perhaps, better on the phone.
Oh! look into my eyes
and tell what you find,
O this tear in my eye
is not mine,
but yours that now shine.
Can now we dance
to these horns and howls?
For I don’t have a piano or any other sound.
Why don’t we get closer,
hear our own breaths and just dance around?
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Oh give me your pain
and sorrows,
for you had a lot of them.
I have had plenty of smiles,
now it’s your turn to borrow.
Fill up my arms
that have long slept alone,
No! not tonight,
we shall fight some other day
perhaps, better on the phone.
Oh! look into my eyes
and tell what you find,
O this tear in my eye
is not mine,
but yours that now shine.
Can now we dance
to these horns and howls?
For I don’t have a piano or any other sound.
Why don’t we get closer,
hear our own breaths and just dance around?
love
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