So here we are under Londons glass And granite arms as they reach - TopicsExpress



          

So here we are under Londons glass And granite arms as they reach for the half-moon Me a blood of boldness and booze And the rusty heart polka-dot breeze of you Stands stuck to the street in cool shoes What could possibly go wrong? What could possibly go right? We could list all the good things and list all the bad things But if were all just vibration What difference does it make? My heart could be a stone Its a sponge Its a balloon Its a lonely rock with a fiery tail Falling in your atmosphere Bonding up and breaking down So let our atoms melt together Let our nuclei converge I want you now And your conscience can be clear My yesterday is dead The presents an illusion And tomorrow is just a nightmare away This is our story, our movie This is our rom-com and it ends like this Without looking up, the girl cautiously takes the boys hand She steels herself and meets his gaze The boy smiles The girl surrenders They kiss We pull away to the view of lovers In a long winter coat A woman straddles a man on a wooden bench Behind a coin-operated lavatory Two boys passionately embrace Vague silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car Two figures fumble in a phone box Theres a couple in every doorway And around every corner Snow begins to fall We drift up into the sky And look down on the boy and the girl As they become tiny specks on the London street We pull away farther and father Until Londons gone, Englands gone, Europes gone Now were in space Watching the Earth as the sun rises behind it Satellites orbit by A billion stars surround us We float over the moon Then we cut to black and the credits roll I want you now, and that was all we can know Imagine we wake up tomorrow and nothings happened Think of what well never know One night of love, and Im one full of doubt Take my hand, take my tongue Lets run Tonight can be a detour, a respite Im your boss mans holiday, your monthly half-day off Im your sensual sojourn My heart could be a stone My heart could be a sponge This is the end, ten years in the making A decade of design This kiss is hello This kiss is goodbye
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 03:32:08 +0000

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