chords running through the brisk air like a butterfly in the wind
with her ginger hair draped over his chest
the songs made for her to hear
written just to show a girl
with sea green eyes
that the love flowing through his veins at rapid speed wasn't just a dream
and when she wakes up the lights will pound through her brain
a recognition of the nightmare on the breath of the morning
in the winter days of tomorrow.
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
chords running through the brisk air like a butterfly in the wind
with her ginger hair draped over his chest
the songs made for her to hear
written just to show a girl
with sea green eyes
that the love flowing through his veins at rapid speed wasn't just a dream
and when she wakes up the lights will pound through her brain
a recognition of the nightmare on the breath of the morning
in the winter days of tomorrow.
you wont know this, but its for you.(w)