mrs. adella emerton (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} adella) wrote,@ 2010-10-21 23:52:00 |
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spam post!
When the days are long and the thunder with the storm can always get me crying, well you can make my bed, I'll fall into it, shattered but not lonely. Cause I never knew a home until I found your hands and when I'm weathered you come to me you're my best friend. And that is why we'll always make it. How I know your face, all the ways you move, you come in, I can read you, you're my favorite book. All the things you say, the way you shift your eyes, I never knew there was someone to make me come alive.
When the days are long and the thunder with the storm can always get me crying, well you can make my bed, I'll fall into it, shattered but not lonely. Cause I never knew a home until I found your hands and when I'm weathered you come to me you're my best friend. And that is why we'll always make it. How I know your face, all the ways you move, you come in, I can read you, you're my favorite book. All the things you say, the way you shift your eyes, I never knew there was someone to make me come alive.