02/22/2010

Young and full of running,

tell me where is that taking me.

Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity

Love is really nothing,

but a dream that keeps waking me

For all of my trying I still end up dying,

how can it be?

Don’t say a word

just come over and lie here with me

‘Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see

I want you so bad

I’ll go back on the things I believe

There, I just I said it,

I’m scared you’ll forget about me.