Sunday, April 15, 2012

Words are a sawed off shotgun.

Come on and let it out, come on and let it out... before you run away from me. Before you're lost between the notes. Just as you take mic, just as you dance, dance, dance...



A Jigsaw falling into place
So there is nothing to explain
You eye each other as you pass
She looks back and you look back
Not just once
and not just twice
Wish away your nightmare
Wish away the nightmare
You got the light you can feel it on your back
You got the light you can feel it on your back
Your jigsaw falling into place

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