violins play in my head
and my vision seems to be eclipsed in black and white
I don't tell you this
you would call me melodramatic
still my eyes they work at their own free will
and I am to admire the curves and smile of an unearthly being
you won't let my heart be still
it beats repulsively in your hand
bent out of shape and discolored like rust
but its still yours
the curtains close
the credits
and I guess you're the star of the show
thats how my life ends, love
I hope you got your standing ovation.
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
violins play in my head
and my vision seems to be eclipsed in black and white
I don't tell you this
you would call me melodramatic
still my eyes they work at their own free will
and I am to admire the curves and smile of an unearthly being
you won't let my heart be still
it beats repulsively in your hand
bent out of shape and discolored like rust
but its still yours
the curtains close
the credits
and I guess you're the star of the show
thats how my life ends, love
I hope you got your standing ovation.
