(no subject)
If you hold my hand, the world will end a week from now
we'll walk down the city streets and the taxi drivers will pull away
we'll be left in the rain for hours, finding our passion
and the look in your eyes will call you suspicious
i'll see you crying with the rain, and ill never confuse them.
that crushed velvet dress of mine will bleed into the streets
and your broken wrists will never confuse it with its own
and you'll say
'Im not so sure its the streetlight that makes your skin look so pale at night'
and ill tell you that you're delerious
and the girl against the wall will send you flowers of red
and mine will never be as great as hers
and my cries will never send you comforting me as well as hers
and my eyes will never seem as irridecent as hers
and her heart will never be as splintered as mine
and you wont have to send your passion, because it was already spent
and you'll let go of my hand
and we'll be right back on the street
sliding into the taxi.
we'll walk down the city streets and the taxi drivers will pull away
we'll be left in the rain for hours, finding our passion
and the look in your eyes will call you suspicious
i'll see you crying with the rain, and ill never confuse them.
that crushed velvet dress of mine will bleed into the streets
and your broken wrists will never confuse it with its own
and you'll say
'Im not so sure its the streetlight that makes your skin look so pale at night'
and ill tell you that you're delerious
and the girl against the wall will send you flowers of red
and mine will never be as great as hers
and my cries will never send you comforting me as well as hers
and my eyes will never seem as irridecent as hers
and her heart will never be as splintered as mine
and you wont have to send your passion, because it was already spent
and you'll let go of my hand
and we'll be right back on the street
sliding into the taxi.