(no subject)
livin in a city with too many stations and too many trains
i wonder which destination is made
as i step, as i leap
onto platforms wrapped around telephone poles, and i'm tellin myself to hold on as i swing, and i soar, and you're tellin me i'm wrong to believe that's it's over, but i whisper by your shoulder, sayin..
peace baby,
peace baby
the moon glows and it throws into your eyes a look that echos through to your lips, that capture mine, and for a moment your mine, but i wonder...
and when it's raining and i'm tasting the sky i'll remember how i high i was when your singing pushed me into your arms, when all along i'm wonderin where i belong and you're tellin me it's too late,
i'm yours.
-summer-
i wonder which destination is made
as i step, as i leap
onto platforms wrapped around telephone poles, and i'm tellin myself to hold on as i swing, and i soar, and you're tellin me i'm wrong to believe that's it's over, but i whisper by your shoulder, sayin..
peace baby,
peace baby
the moon glows and it throws into your eyes a look that echos through to your lips, that capture mine, and for a moment your mine, but i wonder...
and when it's raining and i'm tasting the sky i'll remember how i high i was when your singing pushed me into your arms, when all along i'm wonderin where i belong and you're tellin me it's too late,
i'm yours.
-summer-