The sun is up, the sky is blue, its beautiful and so are you. Dear Prudence, wont you come out to play?

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

I wanna make your smoke and kisses black and white
measure all your spinning whispers in the loose moon light
colour between the lines
let it out, let it out, you re arrange my mind

an uneasy feeling churns inside of me
I'll draw it on the wall for you to see
tryin to find a diamond in an avalanch
baby you just havn't had the chance
let it out, let it out, you re arrange my mind

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