Feb 20, 2007 11:17
They never said we wouldn't make it
Because we never gave them the chance
I promised you and you promised me
The last dance
I am eighteen years old and only wish to hold you
Good times come and bad times go
But I swear I'll see it
Through
Oh, This is the epitome
Oh, Over the telephone
Oh, You are the only stone
On a beach of plastic
One day I'll sing this at our wedding
And your tears will be all mine
I'll wipe them away from your eyes
How they shine
The night will come and the crowds will go
The laughter will cease but you are
All mine to take
Home
Oh, This is the epitome
Oh, Over the telephone
Oh, You are the only stone
On a beach of plastic
You are the diamond I had lost
You are the treasure without cost
We are woven like our blankets
um, I was bored at school, so I thought I'd write something up. The first verse has been in my head for a while, but I just finished it.
Tell me what you think.