Sunday, August 29, 2010

Knives and Thieves

I thought that by now this would leave
You're like a thousand knives held by thieves
Just let me die quickly or please
Come and take me away with you
Where I can breathe

The beautiful shape of those eyes
Play over like print on my mind
They color me so sweetly tonight
The walls around us fall in
Just in time

So let us burn it all down and see
Us lying on the cold ground floor
Let us burn it all down and see
I pictured us something more