Tuesday, June 29, 2010

one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away

both under influence
we had divine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razor blade

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love
and you, you knew the hands of the devil
sharing different heartbeats
in one night

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

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