We're like burning bridges, baby.
Fast and for real.
Feeling a fire that is fueled by
arguments and reconciliations.
We're like the fall of an empire,
so subtle and so pure.
Collapsing into each others arms
like the Walls of Troy.
We're like Bonnie and Clyde,
rampaging through life without
a care for anyone or anything
but us.
Needing only us, to set us free.
Whispering words beneath the
shade of trees, hearing you ask me
if I shall love you always.
And I always answer, 'til the end
of the world, angel.
Needing only us, to set us free.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:54 AM UTC
We're like burning bridges, baby.
Fast and for real.
Feeling a fire that is fueled by
arguments and reconciliations.
We're like the fall of an empire,
so subtle and so pure.
Collapsing into each others arms
like the Walls of Troy.
We're like Bonnie and Clyde,
rampaging through life without
a care for anyone or anything
but us.
Needing only us, to set us free.
Whispering words beneath the
shade of trees, hearing you ask me
if I shall love you always.
And I always answer, 'til the end
of the world, angel.
Needing only us, to set us free.
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