Keep me in your heart for a while
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Hold me in your thoughts
Take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes
Keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell / How I wish I would save my soul./ I'm so cold from fear.
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Hold me in your thoughts
Take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes
Keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plans
When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise, no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me?
I just want to be me
And when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
that you cautioned me about.
I never reached you. should be good news.
Mere words.
The only digital words preserved of years long interactions.
All vanished. All gone. All surrendered.
Just for an happy misery in the end.
to just lay besides you, open my arms while you lock your head next to my shoulder and caress my chest, while merely contemplating each other comfort in silence, is significant.
An urgent urge unfulfilled.
To see you, to feel you, to embrace you.
To hold you tight, and never let go ever again.
It is urgent, to love.
É urgente o amor.
É urgente um barco no mar.
É urgente destruir certas palavras,
ódio, solidão e crueldade,
alguns lamentos,
muitas espadas.
É urgente inventar alegria,
multiplicar os beijos, as searas,
é urgente descobrir rosas e rios
e manhãs claras.
Cai o silêncio nos ombros e a luz
impura, até doer.
É urgente o amor, é urgente
permanecer.
But what am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or, some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir
You're a woman, I'm a calf
You're a window, I'm a knife
We come together
Making chance in the starlight
Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when
You know the meaning fits
There's no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend