Nov 03, 2006 17:16
I can hear ticking clocks, running rampant in me, chiming in an apogee, waiting for the synergy of her and me, waiting on the light, and I never say goodnight, I never say that I'm always right...
Now in you, girl, I'm consent to drown, you're so high and I'm so down, this night will end sooner, but much sooner now, and I'm awake in you, and you, you're asleep in me, all the things I'll never be make me wonder, Could you see?
And I said, Wait until I hit the ground harder, wish I could wait to hear her heart beat fast, wish I could wait until I missed her flavor, my days are numbered her and I don't want to be the last one home, don't want to be the last one home.
...Though I'm weak inside, I'm thriving just the same, still calling out your name, wondering who it is that I should blame, stabbing hard and burried conciousness and fear, forgetting others I hold dear, won't you, maybe could you hear? and I said to wait until I hit the ground harder, wish I could wait to hear your heart beat fast, wish I could wait till I missed her flavor, my days are numbered here, and I don't want to be the last one home, no no no no...
There you are baby, just waiting on the sun, just staring at the sky, you said, "When will he be done?", I said there you are baby, waiting on the sun, just staring at the sky, you said, "When will he be done?", I wish I could wait... until I see you shaking, wish I could wait to pull out of this one fast, wish I could wait until I taste your flavor, maybe I could savor every last drop, I said to wait until I hit the ground harder, wish I could wait to hear, TO HEAR your heart beat fast, I wish I could wait until I see you shaking, my days are numbered here, and I don't want to be the last one home, the last one home.