"Off like a prom dress"
Between the hours where we do not sleep, between the hours when we are your dreams.
We steal your heartbeats to keep our veins full.
There is a buzzing in my head. Are there bees in the hive?
I am not putting words in your mouth I am pulling them out (again,and again). I didn't think someone could lie through teeth as straight as yours. Our hearts pump our reasons and faith. Memory lane can be a dead-end street. Camera and newsrooms have become the new mountain tops (we're all dying to be heard)
We steal your heartbeats to keep our veins full.
There is a buzzing in my head. Are there bees in the hive?
I am not putting words in your mouth I am pulling them out (again,and again). I didn't think someone could lie through teeth as straight as yours. Our hearts pump our reasons and faith. Memory lane can be a dead-end street. Camera and newsrooms have become the new mountain tops (we're all dying to be heard)