tisdag 28 juni 2011

Kväll.

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water


And maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so (you'll never know)

I'm broken down and hungry for your love

With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away

When he feels like he should be having his fun


And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn

Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever learn
Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room the bed is made

The open window lets the rain in


Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that wont ever come


It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles
When I slept so soft against her...


It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever


Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
Oh... Lover, you should've come over... 

'Cause it's not too late...

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