All my hopes and all of my dreams Everything falling in between Seems to me that the memories (They) Mean more to you than they do to me Through the sky and into your eyes And I see everything falling in between Sew the lips right into your smile I'm okay with faking this I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet, I might love you But never show it You should forget me, this is a long tour And I'll be back but not in time for If all we speak is rational thought Everyday I pray for the sadness (My) Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness And I'll be listening, but not for long Everyday I pray for the sadness (My) Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness The words I write are cheap and trite But they're drawn on the back of your door Surrounded by numbers that Remind of the ones before All my hopes and all of my dreams Everything falling in between Seems to me that the memories (They) Mean more to you than they do to me Through the sky and into your eyes And I see everything falling in between Sew the lips right into your smile I'm okay with faking this I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss The words I write are cheap and trite But they're drawn on the back of your door Surrounded by numbers that Remind of the ones before The words I write, are cheap and trite But they're drawn on the back of your door Surrounded by numbers that Remind of the ones before My lips are cold The truth is told © FATA MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com