i move across, innocence lost & hold my head still with my hands in my knees, these eyes are the eyes of the old, in your eyes the light the heat, i am complete, it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold & it's a broken hallelujah. if only you believe in miracles, baby, so would i, it's just love & miracles out of nowhere, and i am calling you, calling you from 10,000 miles away, and i would be the one, hold you close, kiss you so hard. lift me up and turn me over, lead me on into the dawn, take me to the highest mountain, tie me up, love in a storm [we interrupt this sniveling to bring you yesfonts, which was found during coverart googling. yesfonts! yes! *ahem*] if you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts would tell, i still believe there's a ghost of a chance, i think last night you were driving circles around me. and the love that i feel is so far away: i'm a bad dream that i just had today.
& your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick, & if you have to research every single song you're whining along with for album, year, & cover art, what you find will generally be sufficiently entertaining to distract you almost entirely from the whining at hand. almost.
still, you turn me on.
