decisionpending
08/21/03, 05:04 PM
i've been working on this for the past couple of days... gimme a comment or something
'cosmic forces'
the ceiling bleeds away into the wall
until the roof is no more
the stars glitter and sparkle
but do not light up a moonless sky
nothing could light up your side of the bed
a black hole in which nothing can escape
light, colour, feelings, hurt
a shooting star, wish for loneliness again
these cosmic forces
that pulled us together
are pushing
are pushing us apart
men are mars and women...
something, whatever, i don't care anymore
i'm sick of these lips pressed against mine
knowing they don't want to be there anymore
these cosmic forces
that pulled us together
are pushing
are pushing us apart
these cosmic forces
that pulled us together
are pushing
are pushing us apart
an orbit around each other
never to feel the surface again
a satellite moving in circles
inertia takes hold and i am stuck
circling and spinning on my axis
cause i can't let go of our destructive love
nothing could light up your side of the bed
a black hole in which nothing can escape
light, colour, feelings, hurt
a shooting star, wish for loneliness again
'cosmic forces'
the ceiling bleeds away into the wall
until the roof is no more
the stars glitter and sparkle
but do not light up a moonless sky
nothing could light up your side of the bed
a black hole in which nothing can escape
light, colour, feelings, hurt
a shooting star, wish for loneliness again
these cosmic forces
that pulled us together
are pushing
are pushing us apart
men are mars and women...
something, whatever, i don't care anymore
i'm sick of these lips pressed against mine
knowing they don't want to be there anymore
these cosmic forces
that pulled us together
are pushing
are pushing us apart
these cosmic forces
that pulled us together
are pushing
are pushing us apart
an orbit around each other
never to feel the surface again
a satellite moving in circles
inertia takes hold and i am stuck
circling and spinning on my axis
cause i can't let go of our destructive love
nothing could light up your side of the bed
a black hole in which nothing can escape
light, colour, feelings, hurt
a shooting star, wish for loneliness again