half of it's the music
half of it's you
lights dancing across the wall
my dirty hands
won't let me see
i wish i could fly
away
to moonlight and black and white
a tragic ending to a tragic tale
when you think it's right it's really wrong
when you think it's wrong it's better for you anyways
so stay quiet and time won't tell
i started all wrong
never ended
it's just as well
a tragic ending to a tragic tale
when you think it's right it's really wrong
when you think it's wrong it's better for you anyways
so stay quiet and time won't tell
i started all wrong
never ended
it's just as well
See? THAT'S why I continuously go to your site, even if you rarely write anything new. Because the times you do.. are like magician's fingertips on my neck. Velvet in my throat. And happiness abounds.