wyverna
04/17/06, 10:46 AM
You say it's never to late to start, but he's already nearing the finish line. You say it feels like Friday night but it's already Monday morning. I remember the way I felt alive when your hand brushed against mine.
It's the opportunity of a lifetime
At least that's what I've been taught to say
Just another special offer
In the sea of cried alarms
There's no way to pick out a face
Like a poppy, tall and proud
The heady scent of opium mixing, intertwined
Where the shadows play silently
No more
He never takes his eyes off you.
It's the opportunity of a lifetime
At least that's what I've been taught to say
Just another special offer
In the sea of cried alarms
There's no way to pick out a face
Like a poppy, tall and proud
The heady scent of opium mixing, intertwined
Where the shadows play silently
No more
He never takes his eyes off you.