I'm standing in the way
Finding words to say to you as you're walking through
And pretending that I was never even there
They catch it in the air
The sunrays and your hair have the time to dance and shine
Adding more weight to your angry glare
And I'm thinking it's a sign
How your hand fits so perfectly laced and intertwined when
I hold it inside of mine
There's something in the way
You alleviate the pain and make the sadness wane
You, a fire
And me, the ice.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
I'm standing in the way
Finding words to say to you as you're walking through
And pretending that I was never even there
They catch it in the air
The sunrays and your hair have the time to dance and shine
Adding more weight to your angry glare
And I'm thinking it's a sign
How your hand fits so perfectly laced and intertwined when
I hold it inside of mine
There's something in the way
You alleviate the pain and make the sadness wane
You, a fire
And me, the ice.
