Among these endless windows
I catch a glimpse of your world
Playing the oldest of games
Your fingers you twirled
Mesmerized by your gentle fingers
As they dance to a muted tune
Your chatter breaks my silence
No longer am I immune
We can't stay apart any longer
That's my version of the truth
Glorious were our mistakes
The stupid ways of youth
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Among these endless windows
I catch a glimpse of your world
Playing the oldest of games
Your fingers you twirled
Mesmerized by your gentle fingers
As they dance to a muted tune
Your chatter breaks my silence
No longer am I immune
We can't stay apart any longer
That's my version of the truth
Glorious were our mistakes
The stupid ways of youth
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