May 16, 2005 20:40
and the rain will not dry.
cause we're all here to die
leaving your arms i cry
take me and hear me
you are mine, you are mine
call me yours and take your turn
cause the cards are yours and my
heart shall burn
and the place we call our home will end
and the future we knew shall never begin
your fingers will bend
and you'll say its not her again
so lock me in your arms
for i fear
the crowd shall stomp and swarm
over our feet, the kick and the beat
for the lives of our children are over
there just over
its all over....
so call me yours, and leave it a lie,
cause we all bend backwards
go with the tide,
swallow your inwards
and thank god your alive.
call me yours and take your turn,
cause its your turn on the slide,
and its almost over.
almost over
take her aside
leave her to die
the one is chewing her nails,
crying inside,
telling no tale,
push all aside,
she thought, no knew, you loved her
you just might loose her
and its all you can bear
the smell of her hair
she breathes and she leaves
almost over....
its just over.