If you'd move in next door so i can see your window all the time and you could send me letters across the clothing line.
This night never stops, every moment it's not too late to question everything.
This night never stops, every moment it's not too late to question everything.
I make up stories and scenerios in my head. I always shy away from things like that. I'm tracing the lines on your hand. It's like all of this has been planned.
You breathe your weight in gold beside me. I watch you sleep and dream. Agree that holding your hand exemplifies our connection. And your sweetest smile is perfection, reflections, directions
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