I want to fly with you tonight
Through the clouds we'll take our flight
Under the finite light
Provided by the moon
But soon it will be gone
For its lover will be on
Us in a few minutes
So hold these seconds
Just like you hold my hand
Squeezing it softly
Saying
"I don't give a ****
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
I want to fly with you tonight
Through the clouds we'll take our flight
Under the finite light
Provided by the moon
But soon it will be gone
For its lover will be on
Us in a few minutes
So hold these seconds
Just like you hold my hand
Squeezing it softly
Saying
"I don't give a ****
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