Apr 12, 2007 14:15
Twist and turn, oh she yearns and I'm in a glass house for this turn,
Listen and speak, lip to lip, we both died in our sleep, woke up the next day,
And burnt the day away,
Oh she wants to pour out the wine on her lips, I don't know if she can taste it though,
All the kisses given away,... but then I gave her mine,
I'm sorry I'm such a fragile fabric, here's to love,
Would you like some more?
Made me more for you, but this factory shut down last week,
I lied about the order and I'm sorry about the future,
The past is what hurts, as water turns to wine,
She drank a glassful of me, I gave it to her as I swam away,
Make me a listener, I don't know if my mouth works anymore for you,
Blissful, untickled, I'd like another glass.
Q