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Ban me all night long baby.
So if I could I'd wish it all away.
If I thought tomorrow would take you away.
You're my peace of mind, my home, my center.
I'm just trying to hold on,
One more day.
I know he's probably talking about his self, his own center, in this song but I dun caareeeee.
It's a fragile thing, this life we lead.
If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace
By which we live our lives with death over our shoulder
Want you to know that should I go,
I always loved you, held you high above, true.
I study your face, and the fear goes away,
The fear goes away,
The fear goes away,
The fear goes away.
It's alright, we find our own meaning in songs, I wonder what you'll find in this one.
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Spanish getaways in warm nights accompanied with cool breezes sipping cold beers...
Care to join me?
And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways
So in case I'm mistaken, I just wanna hear you say you got me baby
Are you mine?
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
About to leave ol' blighty to travel to the rebellious colonies. I'm in need of some native advice.
I know, sometimes I lose the plot and I cause a scene
What do you dream of on the west coast
When my head is aching in GMT
And I don't care why this apartment's so ice cold
Let London try, it'll never swallow me whole
I'm shaving with your toothpaste
And trying to vacuum from the ceiling
The millisecond that you're away
I get the loneliest feeling
The Atlantic was born today
And I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up
And let it out
I was standing on the surface
Of a perforated sphere
When the water
Filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands
Made an ocean
Making islands where no
Island should go
Most people were overjoyed
They took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake
And more like a moat
The rhythm of my footsteps
Crossing flatlands to your door
Have been silenced forevermore
The distance is quite simply
Much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
I need you so much closer
So come on, come on
Fuck the Atlantic
*Will hobbles up the beaten, stone pathway, the tip of his boot catching on the cracks in its uneven surface as his wounded leg drags woefully behind. Glancing up at the doorway, he raps his walking stick on its wooden surface, shaking free a few loose chips of bright red paint. After an arduous few minutes of waiting, he sets his cane to rest against the wall and turns to lean against the door, eyes scanning the street for signs of activity. No sooner than he was comfortable, than he'd find himself lying sprawled out in the entryway, Lo's face staring down at him with a quizzical expression, a door handle in one hand, a radio in the other.* "For you." *She smirks mirthfully and thrusts the radio into Will's bewildered visage. Holding the familiar nail bitten block of cheap Chernarussian plastic in his hands, he glances at the frequency dial before looking back up into the face of the towering mini-human.* "What are you doing with thi- Who have you been talking t- Urgh." *He grunts, pressing his free palm flat on the ground as he pushes himself up into a vaguely comfortable sitting position.* "It's Roxanne." *Shooting Lo a warning glare, he raises a finger to his lips and depresses the PTT.* "Hello? Roxanne, it's me, Will. If you can hear me, I'll radio you back on that frequency you gave me." *With that, he releases the PTT, making a few careful adjustments to the knob on the side of the device before raising it to his mouth again, preparing to speak.*
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Since I know you're in need of it. <3