When you stop singing
These rocks will start mumbling their words
Love is the slightest word i can think of to describe how i feel
Even if i could turn back time still i would have no power over you
Together we painted our own memories
I think to myself... Why....the times....the places...the feelings.. You....
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
When you stop singing
These rocks will start mumbling their words
Love is the slightest word i can think of to describe how i feel
Even if i could turn back time still i would have no power over you
Together we painted our own memories
I think to myself... Why....the times....the places...the feelings.. You....