Ian113
In a field outside of town
we could always be alone.
Carry a blanket, maybe a basket,
and that's it.
Innocence was the key,
I was locked up never free,
until you turned me.
Like Vines, we intertwined,
carelessly growing up and growing old.
Life was on our tongues,
it tasted heavenly, so good.
I'll wake up and I feel alone.
I was just asleep.
Right where I belong, inside this sad sad song.
Blankets here keep me from cold.
Holding tightly, my pillow.
Frantically searching for her.|
we could always be alone.
Carry a blanket, maybe a basket,
and that's it.
Innocence was the key,
I was locked up never free,
until you turned me.
Like Vines, we intertwined,
carelessly growing up and growing old.
Life was on our tongues,
it tasted heavenly, so good.
I'll wake up and I feel alone.
I was just asleep.
Right where I belong, inside this sad sad song.
Blankets here keep me from cold.
Holding tightly, my pillow.
Frantically searching for her.|
