mr.buckley
Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
And remember the smell of the fabric of your simple
city dress
Oh... That was so real
We walked around 'til the moon got full like a plate.
The wind blew an invocation
And I fell asleep at the gate... And I never stepped
- on - the - cracks - 'cause
- I - thought - I'd - hurt - my - mother
That is constantly mixed up in my head with :
"free with the wind in her butter-scotch hair.
her green eyes bloomed goodbyes,
with her head in her hands,
and your kiss on the lips of another
dream brother".
It's like one really good song at this point. There is no point to entry, except to say "I love you, but I'm afraid to love you, I love you, but I'm afraid" In a dramatic sing song whisper, and to say that I lusting after a dead man.
And remember the smell of the fabric of your simple
city dress
Oh... That was so real
We walked around 'til the moon got full like a plate.
The wind blew an invocation
And I fell asleep at the gate... And I never stepped
- on - the - cracks - 'cause
- I - thought - I'd - hurt - my - mother
That is constantly mixed up in my head with :
"free with the wind in her butter-scotch hair.
her green eyes bloomed goodbyes,
with her head in her hands,
and your kiss on the lips of another
dream brother".
It's like one really good song at this point. There is no point to entry, except to say "I love you, but I'm afraid to love you, I love you, but I'm afraid" In a dramatic sing song whisper, and to say that I lusting after a dead man.