Oct 02, 2006 23:19
It's magic, she says to me
my hand on her waist, she approached it sweetly
it's enough when I see that look on her eyes
it's enough for me to paralyze
Whoa whoa, waiting for the breakdown
nothing feels good being under the gun
Whoa whoa, waiting for the breakdown
It's tragic, she says to me
a song in the air, we're together floating
what I miss everyday since our goodbye
was enough for me, to realize
Whoa whoa, waiting for the breakdown
nothing feels good being under the gun
Whoa, wating for the breakdown
is it ever gonna come?
Whoa whoa, waiting for the breakdown
nothing feels good being under the gun
Whoa, waiting for the breakdown
So to care what you wish for
it may come true
but the September sky
how it whispered I love you
and I couldn't take it
any longer though I couldn't stand
but tonight brought sparks
and the sparks brought flames.
And you had to be sure
this wasn't one of those games.
But I'm gonna to show you
if you could just give me tonight...
It's fragile, she says to me
the hair in her eye she removes it smiling
There's a wound that I know this song could mend,
A step in time for us will never end.
Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Well, nothing feels good being under the gun.
Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Is it ever gonna come?
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Well, nothing feels good being under the gun.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
I'm waiting, for the breakdown.
I'm waiting, for the comedown.
I'm waiting (she says it's magic)
for the breakdown (I'm floating weightless).
I'm waiting (she says it's magic)
for the comedown (here comes the breakdown).
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